Abaddon's smile fell as he suddenly un-crossed his arms and stalked over to Camael, coming within inches of the angel, caring not for the consequences of his actions. It was his turn to radiate anger. 

He knew that angels were self righteous but something about her tone angered him. Demons were arrogant? Had no one met an angel?

"You know nothing of the destruction of beauty," He growled in a low voice, eyes dark. "Nothing. Do you truly believe, that I was always like this? Do you?" 

Abaddon's hands twitched by his sides, wishing for nothing more than to rip the angel's throat. He was constrained - barely. "You know nothing." He repeated, in an even quieter tone.