Abaddon watched the teenagers with a deep scowl. Where had they gotten the idea that any of this would work? He supposed they had looked on the 'internet', of which he had only had brief interactions with.

His hands twitched by his sides; he could sense how deeply marred their souls were. If they wanted to converse with demons, all they had to do was die - their souls were destined for Hell. Abaddon only wished to speed up the process.

He glanced to Camael, her irritation obvious. There was no doubt that she knew how sinful the bunch were. Maybe...maybe she'd step aside and allow him to do what he was best at.

"Cam, perhaps I could simply show these kids the door?" Abaddon proposed, the true meaning evident.