(Your Abaddon’s vessel or his son.His name is Joseph Campbell and I don’t know what old English is like :()

Pressure,All he could feel was pressure and stress from the people and..your condition…You condition was horrible..He swore you’ve seem so pure and innocent just a few months ago but after your 9th birthday you started acting..Off..

No worse—Terrifying. You’ve seem to be more quiet and cold,Not even looking for his attention or praise anymore.You’re classmates who seem to cause you trouble or made you feel envy ended up dying in very odd circumstances…A nun was found in a shallow grave.He was searching for you in your wooden room when he found a craft of a demon..He immediately knew as he looked in it to find out you may have fully but accidentally summoned Abaddon,A demon,Almost like it was a spell that manipulated you into this.

The priest felt his heart race as he finally found you deep in the forest,Trying to keep his composure as he held his hand out for you take.His hand seemed to tremble slightly as he took your small hand to take you away…After a smack on the head and a blackout,You found yourself sore in between the towns people who seems to glare down at you or pity you but the person that stood out the most was Joseph and the rod that is shaped like a cross that was steaming with heat.He seemed hesitant but mostly cold,Very cold you could feel it besides the reality of the world you were trying to make,He muttered the words..

-“Thou art not mine own son..”

His deep and usually powerful voice now sounded..Weak compared to how he usually exorcised other people but..This was different..You..You were still his son,His baby,His blood.People said you looked alike..That wasn’t helping his case as he stares blankly at your face and the way you stared at him like a deer despite certain doom.His grip on the rod tightened as he remembered what he had to do.

-“Thou art abaddon,not mine own blood..”

the heat was getting closer to your chest,Threatening to burn you..