"Yes!" Camael shouted, her cool slipping from her grasp. "I am the Creator's flaming sword. I am the one delivers the judgement He has passed." She gestured towards Abaddon. She still couldn't remember him, so either he was lying or something had happened to that bit of Camael's memory. While the former is very likely, the demon's confidence in his words shook Camael. If the latter were the truth... No, it couldn't be.

"Tell me, demon, who was responsible for your downfall? Who wielded the sword if it wasn't me?"