Abaddon opened his eyes and found himself staring into the angel's own eyes. He felt peculiar; that was the only word to describe it. There was a kind of weightlessness in his chest, as if burdens were tangible and had been lifted. He couldn't hear anything at first - fear of failure threatened to replace the weightlessness.

There was a kind of buzzing, a kind of muffled murmuring, almost like the voices of sinners he had become so used to but pure. The sound grew stronger until he heard a voice. Abaddon laughed, a sound of relief. 

"I can hear Him," The demon murmured. "I can."