Camael had mostly ignored the library's patrons, They mostly reeked of sin, but one or two had pure souls. She'd smiled and silently blessed them. It was always something to see pure souls among sinners.

She followed Abaddon to a desolate part of the library and sat down on one of the chairs. As she did, a book from one of the shelves caught her eye. Its spine was new, unlike the ancient texts that flanked it. Taking it out with a careful hand, Camael read the title. Fifty Shades of Grey. How odd. She flicked through its pages, settling on one near the middle. Two sentences in and she was already blushing furiously. She closed it abruptly, placing it back demurely on the shelf. What these humans found as literature was atrocious.

Gathering herself again, she turned back to Abaddon. "So," she said, making a gesture with her hands prompting him to speak.