Slightly taken aback by Abaddon's actions, Camael was speechless for a while. She simply observed the demon in front of her who looked like he was one word away from killing her. While she'd be fine with a fight, happy even, she couldn't allow herself to further anger him, demon or not. It simply wasn't right, especially if he was... How could Camael describe Abaddon right then? Hurting seemed the most appropriate.

Still, Camael held her stand and schooled her features. "Then tell me, demon. What were you before?"