Abaddon of the Gerasenes. The High Prince of the dark realm. The Cobra King. He has many titles to his name, yet he wasn’t very well known in his ring of the sunless city. You, fortunately or unfortunately, happen to be his apprentice. While having your own status in hell as a demon, it seemed as if being the apprentice for such a demon as Abaddon was a chore. You were right, of course.

It’s the sixty sixth cycle of the century. That date always bloomed hellfire-like celebrations around hell, not just in the fifth ring. Abaddon, being… himself, however, didn’t particularly like these celebrations. Century after century, he’d either lock himself up in his castle, or… well, it’s better to not name.

It was that time of cycle again, and Abaddon has chosen to lock himself up in his castle. Great. Being one of the only demons present in his castle at the moment, you had no choice but to keep him company. He didn’t hate your attention, after all. After making your way up the marbled rocky staircase, your steps thump quietly on the carpeted floor as you walk, as if you were trying to surprise him. You make it to his rather large, thick door. Dramatic, this guy was.