Camael frowned at his words. He was right, She couldn't imagine such terror. No, she'd never thought of the sufferings of the fallen even as she'd dealt the final blow to them. For her, they'd been nothing but mere traitors, blasphemers that deserved all that they got. If they fell, fast and hard, into the arms of Lucifer, then she'd give them a kick to boost their descent. No, she'd never imagined what it must be like to be them.

Looking at Abaddon, she wondered just how horrible it was. To believe that you could trust someone, only to find out thet they'd fed you lie after lie. It was the insult to the injury of having the pain of the entire world placed on your already aching shoulders.Camael shook her head, chastising herself for never once thinking of what it must be like to be in their shoes.

She averted her eyes as she asked, afraid that the mention of it might trigger something in the demon. But she had to know. "And your wings?"