Abaddon heaved a sigh of his own but his was one of weariness. He was unsure if he had the strength to relieve his downfall but was willing to try.

"I had been a loyal servant of the Creator for so many centuries. I was strong, smart and, probably most of all, powerful. But power corrupts the mind, does it not?" He paused to give Camael a rueful smile.

"I thought of myself as too powerful to be a servant. As it turned out, I wasn't alone in my way of thinking. An angel, Lucifer, much more conniving than I, thought the same of himself."