Abaddon smiled as he scoffed a laugh. "No, I didn't. As it turns out, Lucifer's offer was just of another form of servitude. But I didn't know that until we fell..."

He trailed off, falling silent for a few moments before continuing. "There were six of us. All powerful, all carefully chosen by Lucifer. Less powerful than he but not weak. I think he liked a challenge. When He found out, everything was thrown into disarray."

Abaddon glanced up at the ceiling, as if looking through it and catching the eyes of the Creator. 

"You can't imagine what it is to fall. The pain is unbearable. Emotional and physical pain of the like. It's as if all of the suffering of His children is thrust upon you and you can hear a million cries, a million screams. They're like rusted hooks digging past your flesh and into your burning soul."