Abaddon allowed a genuine smile to form, a rare occurrence. He stepped closer to the angel, hands still clasped firmly behind his back. Now, more than ever, he needed to show her that he meant no harm; it was easier said than done.

He was actually surprised that Camael had agreed without any prompting on his part. However, worry still persisted. His ruler would be watching, perhaps not now, but eventually he would check in on one of his best. He could only hope that he had found salvation by then.