Abaddon seemed quite at home among the bustling bodies that scurried here and there along the street. Sinners unknowingly alongside their reckoning. He gave a slight smile at that; ignorance is bliss. He moved to the side of the pathway and closed his eyes briefly, breathing deep. There was a place of great sin close by, he could smell it. The place was abound with the sins of lust, greed and anger, somewhere he felt he would definitely fit in. 

Moving back into the fray, Abaddon brushed against the bodies he passed. With each fleeting touch, he could feel the sins and wicked desires of the individual. A business man who had embezzled thousands. A housewife who longed for an affair and intended to make good on the longing. A youth who had stolen from her father. And, his personal favourite so far, a young woman who had murdered her uncle. These cockroaches bred sin and Abaddon relished.

The smell was stronger now, rising above the fainter smell of the sins of the rabble. He stopped outside of a seedy establishment, realising it to be the source. [i] The Rave [/i]. With a smirk, he entered the building, his senses almost immediately overwhelmed. Collecting himself, he straightened his tie and glanced around.

"Sodom and Gomorrah rebirthed." He murmured.