Abaddonix slowly awoke with a groan. His hand found his head that pounded with a rough headache, his back cracking slightly as he sat up. When he looked down he saw that one of his horns had cracked on the red stone below. Wait, red stone..No!

A growl ripped from his throat at the realisation of where he was, he was in the depths of hell, condemned from heaven by god himself. He let his wings stretch out before realising the once white and silky feathers had turned black and coarse, his horns black and gold from what was a clean white. He didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve to be here with these..disgusting creatures. That’s what demons were, creatures and nothing more. He hated their kind and vowed to eradicate as much of them as possible, and now he was here in the enemies den.

How could God have done this to him, he was his best soldier. Abaddonix, The Whisperer of Shadows reduced to nothing but a fallen angel. His fist hit the rock beneath him cracking it with a loud thud, damn god. He’d get revenge, he would, but first he’d need to figure out how to get the hell out of this disgusting lair.