Abaddon was beside the angel in a heartbeat, among the dancers in one moment, leaning against the bar and into her personal space in the next. Being this close made the invisible knife give a heated twist but he suppressed the feeling. He could deal with discomfort, especially if it meant the torment of an angel was the reward.

"[i] As the world falls down,
Fallin', fallin',
As the world falls down. [/i]"

"And the world is falling, isn't it, angel?" Abaddon murmured as he tapped the bar top with two fingers, signaling he wanted a shot of vodka from the bartender. The bartender stared at him for a few moments, feeling unsure, but soon complied. Abaddon sat down beside the woman and turned his gaze on her. "Have you come to watch the flames consume the failed work of your Father?"