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As soon as the orders were given, Samael turned to face Abaddon then back at The Supreme being that is Lord Volaris. [color=9e0b0f][i]He must have his reasons for keeping Abaddon away from missions at this moment. Perhaps he is needed here in the Cathedral as a safe guard against intruders...yes, that must be the reasoning behind Volaris' actions.[/i][/color] Samael stood up from his kneeling bow, his cape slightly billowing in the motion. Without a single word, Samael took his hat off by the brim and gave a flourished bow with it towards Volaris. A portal of inky darkness appeared behind Samael as he stepped backwards into it then vanished. He looked around the outside, south of the Cathedral. A cursory glance told him that Volaris' words rang true, and they truly were not in their swampland anymore. [color=9e0b0f]"I suppose if stealth and discretion is the aim of this mission then I shant be seen."[/color] Samael's eyes glowed a menacing yellow as his skin seemed to strip away, flecks of flesh flying off and disintegrating as a shadowy form awaited beneath. Once the transformation was done all that was left was a shadow of Samael's former self, literally. The being of pure darkness, no longer bound by the worlds laws, melted down onto the ground and slithered through like the shadow of a bird flying high above. He lurked from shadow to shadow, attempting to further conceal himself so that anyone around couldn't notice him, keeping an eye out for strangers in his quadrant that he may observe, and if need be, take captive.

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Having received no instruction from Lord Volaris, Abaddon knelt silently for a moment. One hand grasping his weapon as the other lay across his knee, awaiting his orders. Soon it would appear that none were going to come, Abaddon took that to mean he was free to do what he seemed fit within the confines of the Cathedral. He stood up and turned to face the Sanctums door, the turn billowing his feathered cape as they rippled and became four large angelic wings. Having the blessing of a Seraphim granted Abaddon great speed, which he utilized to fly out the sanctum and towards the Cathedrals exit. All one could hear within the sanctum was the flap of four large wings, a thunderous boom that was localized to only the sanctum, and then silence. Abaddon could hear the wind rushing past them, howling in his ears as he sped through the air in great speed. Their robes flapped about from the force and then suddenly, silence. He had reached his destination, the top of the cathedral, hovering above it so that he may look onto the North, South, East, and West simultaneously, once his hood was drawn back to reveal the four faces, each looking at their respective cardinal directions.

[@Ithradine]