Abaddon was silent for what seemed like hours but was truly only minutes. "I was dissatisfied with how things were going in heaven. I was bored and felt suffocated," He glanced up at the sky, as if in a silent beg for forgiveness. "You would never know how persuasive a few pretty words can be to someone who felt as I did."

He was, of course, referring to his master. The one loathed by above and feared below. Lucifer. The fallen angel didn't fall without reason, nor did he do so alone. Afterall, his plan had been to overthrow heaven. How could he do that by himself?