#abaddonstarter

Lupercalia was in full force, the gears of the lycans and their pitiful machinations were turning but Octavian had found a safe haven there. Along with members of the Asphodel and other outliers, while the Greater Demon didn't have any particular interest in the witches, elves, or chimeras that followed Oztalun - the God was a means to an end. What that end was remained close to Ba'al's chests, they all had their interests, Morningstar was wanting for his glory to be spread, Abaddon wished to eat, Mammon wished to steal, Sathanas wished to destroy, and Asmodeus wished to corrupt. Sorrows sorrows and prayers for dear dead Astaroth (not Asher Roth), but there was a chance they could find another to take their sibling's place.

"Try to control yourself," Ba'al commented as his gaze wandered over the circumference of the Moon Gate. They were shielded from the view of the protectors that wandered this place; the illusionary enchantments were a small matter of concern where the archfiend of esoteric lies was concerned. Abaddon could have devoured them, their flesh, their magic, the entirety of their souls, but the ravenous dog would have only further alerted the elves that the archfiends were far from friends to those who'd fought to imprison them so long ago. Had they not taken to venerating the Seldarine once more, then perhaps Lucifer wouldn't have felt so slighted; these creatures would take the Morningstar into their life and side against them... Or their Laurelin would suffer the same fate as the last. "There's a whole world for you to consume just on the other side, but not yet."