FIRST WEEK OF THE NEW MOON — for @abaddamns
SHOT DOWN - ABADDON. Fear fruits in the soil which nurtures it, and Dmitri had no intention of harvesting fear from a simple message. No details, no further information for them to devour. Oh, Abaddon... What have you done? The question lingering long enough for curiosities to bloom their way into their insecurities. As swiftly as the news reached them, they found themself on the prowl for the demon in need.
All arrivals to the Holy Land came with some tale of struggle with Abaddon’s being the only one of interest to them as there seemed to be quite the predicament with hers. Shot down. He wanted more than anything to rush to the needs of the injured demon, sink his nails into her flesh and make her whole again. Only, this demon didn’t need him for what he has to offer. No, Abaddon needs him for a reason neither understand quite yet.
“I came as soon as I heard the news.” No knock to announce his entrance, simply using his words to mark himself known. “Perhaps, you might want my hands to help cure you ailments.” Each step further in the room brings the two closer to one another as he outstretches his hand to her side, pausing inches away. “Do you wish to feel my power?”
