Camael shot a small smile towards Abaddon before heading inside the house, where loud electro pop music was blaring and seemed to echo against the walls. The teenagers could easily be spotted as they danced around the trashcan fire they created. One stood to the side, smoking a cigarette while holding a book that, if Camael tilted her head at an angle, had a false Satanic symbol encrypted on it. Camael wanted to slam her head into a wall.

These children were attempting, and gloriously failing, to summon a demon. She looked over her shoulder to see Abaddon. She supposed that they hadn't failed entirely. 

When the teens decided it was high time to do some chant composed of random three lettered words being shouted into the air, Camael made herself known. She clicked her tongue, irritation radiating off her in waves as she felt that none of their souls were pure any longer. "You're trespassing," she announced, and she meant it. They were trespassing in Abaddon's home, and in the paradise that the Creator made for the kind souls.