Abaddon continued to watch Kami absorb power from the nuclear plant in preparation for their actual fight. It was obvious that the meta wanted to have the upperhand. With a large amount of electric energy at his disposal, Kami wouldn't need to worry about running low on energy and would be free to use his most powerful attacks. 

"He must be really scared then if he wants to play that way," Abaddon mocked.

"#Perhaps, but we must be careful nonetheless."

"Obviously. Kami may have an overly inflated ego, but there's no question that he's powerful as fuck. However, so are we, and we are gifted with transmundane power and knowledge far beyond the reach of someone like him."

Abaddon observed the murky area around him, enjoying its ominous and nightmarish scenery. All of it was his, and even some of it was shaped by his desire. If Kami was going to play mean by fighting in a place he pretty much was a "god" over... then so would Abaddon. 

"We'll humor him for a little while, but then..."

"#Hell on earth..."

"And if he really pisses us off, then we bring him to hell itself!"