The flames made Abaddon grow wary. He hated fire. Sure, the symbiote had built up resistance to its natural weakness of heat over the centuries of its life as well as its time with him, but heat still hurt nonetheless. 

"Nice fireworks, but try and keep your flames down. This place doesn't need anymore destruction...."

Abaddon's attention was then drawn to a young teen that had suddenly appeared. How long had this kid even been there? 

"Hmph, I doubt you'd have been able to evade attention or even be right here in the middle of all this chaos without being a meta."

Lass's scent and presence seemed familiar. It seemed quite similar to that found at several murder scenes Abaddon had been to. Most of the victims had been scum, so he didn't particularly care of anything but who the perpetrator was. Some other murders were aimed at just regular citizens after all...
Now, the presence... it seemed attuned to something. A darkness seemed to loom over this kid..