Filled with Poison

Abaddon Prince of Chaos I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds.

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Olivia couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen Abaddon clean up, which was half the reason she had made the comment in the first place. There was a difference between clearing up after yourself and just cleaning down in general, the latter of which never really seemed to be in the brunette’s interest until now. It usually ended up falling to her or Elijah, because Abaddon was usually busy trying out some incredible trick and Ben… Well, the man didn’t exactly have the best attention span for the more boring aspect of the job. Still, the dysfunctionality seemed to work in their favour more often than not.      

At the explanation given, Olivia simply nodded. It wasn’t as though it had ever seemed to bother the woman before, but she knew first hand how easy it was to hide what you were really feeling. “Yeah I get that. The boss sure is a stickler for perfection.” Renee really wasn’t that bad of a person to work for, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been chastised enough times for the same kind of thing when she first started working there. “Not really, just bored.” She shrugged. “But I was wondering… Can you remember anything from that escape room after Kiara started walking up to the Drobot guy?”

It was rare for Abaddon to get caught up in her head. Usually she focused her energy distinctly outward, even if the destruction she wreaked often found ways to rebound within, often without even taking the time to think of the consequences. For all that she could appear to be all talk there was hardly a moment she wasn’t at least setting something in motion. But the sickness...the cure...had gotten to her more than she wanted to admit. She’d gambled with the fates of nations without a second thought but her own existence was the first time she’d felt the true pressure of high stakes. And she had cast her bet on a wheel that was still spinning.

But something in Olivia’s reaction to her answer made Abaddon’s attention shift even more on to her. As she pulled herself out of the conflict in her head back to the present it was apparent that the other girl had noticed the flash of her cards showing. Still Olivia apparently - thankfully - had more pressing matters on her mind. Kiara. The name made Abaddon tilt her head. Didn’t she mean? She had to know by now. “Oh I remember, I assume you left before the dinner show portion of the evening, then?” 

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let’s play a love game || Donato && Abaddon

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desideriiium:

Date: March 25, 2017 Location: Lucifer’s Mansion, Wrath Room Availability: Closed to: @abaddonallhope

To say that he was a little relieved to remove his blindfold and find himself outside Abaddon’s company was something of a truth. After all, it was… taxing to try and make himself decent company when he felt like being anything else - he had had certain… dalliances over the years, but it had been a long time since he had an evening that had been labelled date and it made him hurt in a way; He should have been sharing his time with her and yet, here he was, sharing it with a demon (A demon, Lucrezia! What would you think of me for such a thing?), and more widely a bunch of sinners (not that he ultimately really judged - how could he when he knew he wouldn’t have been made an angel on his own merits?). 

However, as time passed in the room meant to embody Wrath, or so he supposed, he realized that the chance of Abaddon seeking him out grew higher. It wasn’t that he was necessarily opposed to her company, he wouldn’t have said yes if he had been, but alone had always been easier for him. Principalities was a good choice for an angel like him; he couldn’t serve as a guardian angel. 

He knew, too, he could have gone out of his way to seek out Abaddon, but frankly, he wasn’t necessarily feeling particularly adventurous. There seemed time aplenty to see this world that Lucifer and Renee had crafted.

And so, it was Abaddon who found him, her mask familiar to him at this point. In the midst of a conversation with a stranger, he could have ignored her entirely, but when she caught his eye (and oh, she did, despite himself) he offered a small smile, and gestured her over. “Abaddon,” he murmured in acknowledgement, before taking her hand and pressing lips to it, although it was somewhat marred by the fact that he dropped it as soon as was appropriate. “Where did they take you?”

Despite the fun she’d had riling the little would be Godling up into what could almost be considered a temper Abaddon was pleased to be free from the glass case of Envy. The view of all the much more exciting sins the night had to offer had played their intended spell of temptation on her and her blood was stirring to do much more than just look and not touch. It was a damned miracle, perhaps owed to the Godling herself what an amusing coincidence, that she had left the room she came from mostly intact. Still there was blood on her hand from where she had tested the mirror, obviously not meant for breaking, and left only cracks and a smear of that same blood behind. 

Finally free she was eager to find her date. Already she had been rewarded twice over for her choice of escort with the naked emotion that bled into dear Shibah’s voice even as she tried to ignore the wound of a brother so estranged he would sooner dance with demons than with her -Babylon entering the room proud and strong with skin unmarred under ethereal white lace. But she was hardly done enjoying his company and the sight of him glinting with hints of gold and the Divine and every so often smiling when she spoke. 

She entered Wrath - almost shivering as the destructive potential in the room hit her like a burst of fresh spices in the air - and smiled back when Donato’s eyes found her across the room. She moved to meet him - almost laughing inside at the sudden image of an angel Summoning forth a demon such as herself - her expression pleased as he took her hand even if he dropped it like it burned. She was used to that anyway. She did however wrinkle her nose at his question. 

“They saw fit to set me in Envy...mirrors all around and a bitch to break out of,”she shrugged despite the irritation plainly coating her tone,”No matter, I’m free now and I’ve had an enlightening preview of the rooms. What of you? I see you’ve stayed put. Have you been terribly bored without me?” 

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Like Sisters // Abaddon & Shibah

Location: Envy room, Lucifer’s Mansion, Las Vegas  Timing: Shortly after arrival Company: Shibah @shibahascending

If it wasn’t glass Abaddon might not have had such a hard time wrangling her desire to put her foot through one of the windows of temptation that surrounded her. As it was even as she wandered the room her fingers occasionally trailed against the cool hard surface and imagined the sound of it shattering. She had always loved the sight and sound of shattered glass. Still Leviathan was right in that it was almost certainly off limits to her and she didn’t quite want to piss off her creator or Renee. So she wandered chattering to guests, who often stared back or even reached out to touch her arm with faces alight with nerves or excitement, and looking through the windows into other worlds of other sins. She ticked them off in her mind with as she rounded the room. 

Pride, Gluttony, Lust, Sloth, Greed

Wrath

Abaddon paused and peered through the glass at the room so filled with temptations that only made the itch in her nerves to break...escape...do something more insistent. It was an urging that jolted when she spotted a familiar gold shot mask wandering the room. She would have to mention to dearest Lucifer that it was rather rude to separate a lady, hah!, from her date. She pressed a hand hard to the glass before turning her eyes to irritably scan her own room again and catching on another golden mask that hardly hid the family resemblance. 

“Well, well... look at you all gilded up like an idol. Trying to get used to playing the part? If you’re up to answering prayers I’m sure I could use some divine intervention to get back to my date.” 

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righthandprince:

where: Lucifer’s Mansion, the Centennial Ball – Envy Room; Las Vegas. when: March 25th, 2017 with: Abaddon ( @abaddonallhope​ )

There was a familiar itch underneath the skin of them both – but Abaddon’s was tinged with an impatience, a certain rashness, that Leviathan went without. She imagined she could see it tearing at the other, standing as they were in a room made of glass, watching the rest of them: look, but don’t touch.

“You look as if you’re about to wreck the table while trying to smash through the walls,” Levi said, her voice wrought in dark silk.

“I don’t think it would do the job.”

Despite being somewhat put out to be led away from her date so quickly Abaddon had tolerated the blindfold, although not without rolling her eyes and commenting on how everyone had to cling to the classics, and allowed herself to be led blindly through Lucifer’s ‘home’. Her tolerance faded somewhat when she regained her vision and found herself trapped. She’d been expecting a game but so much temptation behind little more than glass quickly set impulses racing across her nerves. She had indeed been glancing between the table and that same glass when Levi spoke and drew her attention.

“Why not? It seems as likely to work as anything...plus it could be fun,” Abaddon moved to run a finger across the glass moving slowly about the room before stopping to tilt her head at the other demon,” Well...you have a better plan to get out then?” 

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CHALLENGE #016- KINSHIP ANIMAL // TOAD

Toad – (Buaf) transformation, inner visions, death and rebirth, hidden power and beauty

The toad is a powerful symbol of transformation, as it grows from tadpole to toad.  It has associations with fertility, magic, fairies, and Witchcraft. (more)

In Alchemy the toad represent the Dark side of Nature. People with a Toad totem can see things and people more clearly. (more)

“They say she’s a witch. She turns men’s minds when she speaks. She brings fortune and tragedy alike without warning.” Witch the accusation has been whispered of her more than once...more than a hundred times over ten times over as many years and damned if it doesn’t make her laugh with something akin to pleased amusement every time. Foolish mortals to think her just a witch, when she is of course much much closer to the very source of darkness fabled to give witches their power, but also how funny to see them grasping so close to the truth only in the height of their hysteria. After all she does work the most intrinsic sort of magic on the world when she makes it change and there are those who strike especially close to the mark when they call her strange or fae. Like the ‘fair’ folk of legend she works her best with words full of truth twisted and tainted so that they cut much deeper than lies ever could. 

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015 MASQUED SINS- PRIDE

“To survive her own darkness she strangled the stars for their light”- VàZaki Nada

Abaddon- The Destroyer, The Prince of Chaos, The Angel of the Abyss

Pale skin set off by black lace and wings as dark as the Nether from which she sprang. Lips and nails as red as blood. Fire sparking in her wake and the memories of her victories and the chaos in her soul glimmering like the diamonds that grip her neck and line her eyes. Abaddon is the epitome of her title and she is glorying in it all with an Angel at her side.

Beautiful and Dangerous and PROUD of her Darkness

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#004 PERSONALITY INDICATORS-

CHAOTIC EVIL/ CHOLERIC/ CANDOR/ ENTP/ 8W7/ SLYTHERIN/ GEMINI/ TARGARYEN

D&D Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Prince of Chaos. Her title becomes her...or perhaps it was the other way around. (more)

Temperament: Choleric

Dominant, Extroverted, Proud.  

They are constantly trying to be 'dominant' in every situation, subconsciously, by being louder and better than those around them. / Cholerics are extroverted in the sense that they will meddle in others' affairs and 'speak their mind' rather than minding their own business. / Cholerics strive for independence, because to be dependent is to rely on others, to not be in the superior position. Dependence is weakness. (more)

Divergent Faction: Candor

Honest, Tactless, Inconsiderate, Able to Read Body Language

Candor was formed by those who blamed duplicity and deception for human nature's faults. (more)

MBTI: ENTP- “The Debater”

Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Prospecting, Assertive 

The Debater personality type is the ultimate devil’s advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see. Debaters enjoy the mental exercise found in questioning the prevailing mode of thought, making them irreplaceable in reworking existing systems or shaking things up and pushing them in clever new directions. Debater personalities find themselves respected for their vision, confidence, knowledge, and keen sense of humor, but often struggle to utilize these qualities as the basis for deeper friendships and romantic relationships. (more)

Enneagram: 8w7- “The Maverick/Rebel” 

Self-Confident, Decisive, Willful, Confrontational, Power seeking, revolutionizing, violent

Eights have enormous willpower and vitality, and they feel most alive when they are exercising these capacities in the world. They use their abundant energy to effect changes in their environment—to “leave their mark" on it. 

Eights do not want to be controlled or to allow others to have power over them (their Basic Fear), whether the power is psychological, sexual, social, or financial. Much of their behavior is involved with making sure that they retain and increase whatever power they have for as long as possible. (more 2)

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ambitious, Resourceful, Determined, Clever

"Or perhaps in Slytherin, You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means, To achieve their ends."

Horoscope: Gemini 

The Good: Fascinating, original, resourceful, charming, adventurous

The Bad: Restless, distracted, two-faced, judgmental, depressed

Keywords: Communication, Synergy, Cleverness, Wittiness,  Inventiveness,  Ingenuity

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ASOIAF House: Targaryen

"Fire and Blood."

“madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born [...] the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land"  When it comes to Abaddon that coin landed spinning on its edge and never stopped.

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Text- Abaddon -> Donato

Donato: I never sought Heaven... or Hell for that matter.

Donato: Didn't you already find all this out when you asked around about me? I don't necessarily make any great secret of the fact that I don't feel called the way others do.

Donato: I don't really have much of an opinion one way or the other. It's not something I give much thought to, honestly.

Donato: I didn't mean expectations from you. I meant expectations of the evening in general. A masquerade at Lucifer's Mansion isn't exactly the standard evening.

Donato: And if it were a hostage situation, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to say no.

Abaddon: Gossip is useful and it gave me a good enough basis to feel right in contacting you. But people do love to embellish so I prefer to hear things direct from the source and take the rest with a grain of salt.

Abaddon: You wouldn't believe some of the rumors I've heard about myself over the years.

Abaddon: If you find divinity to be tiresome why do you keep your wings?

Abaddon: Oh well I guess not to most people.

Abaddon: I don't know exactly what he's planning but he's an excellent host, as is Renee, and the evening is a celebration so I assume there will be music and dancing like at any other party just on a grander scale.

Abaddon: Lucifer is actually a gifted musician himself. As you may have heard...gossip and legend alike often find their origin in truth.

Abaddon: Did you wonder if perhaps there would be virgin sacrifices and chants in Latin instead?

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Text- Abaddon -> Donato

Donato: For me, it's not ideal.

Donato: On the occasion. There's been call for it some, over the years.

Donato: I suppose the best answer is, depends on what is expected.

Abaddon: /That/ I have heard quite a bit over the years. But then I'm admittedly more familiar with those who went to great lengths to leave it behind.

Abaddon: Do you like to dance?

Abaddon: I love dancing.

Abaddon: Look I'm not trying to set any rules and expectations outside of having your company for the evening so that I'm not alone.

Abaddon: I'd like it to be a date and not a hostage situation if that's at all possible?

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😴

Abaddon never used to sleep much. There was much too much going on in the world for her to miss something sleeping and for most of her existence she’s had enough energy bursting inside her to maintain her frantic activity. Every once in awhile after she’d come down from that first energetic burst of victory after a really big success or the afterglow of a night spent with a particularly fulfilling bed partner she’d fall back against her pillows, fine soft pillows piled up on a bed always fitted with luxurious silk sheets despite the limited time she spends there, and drift off to a restful sleep. On the rare instances outside of those circumstances that she bothers to go to bed at all she is usually wakened by restless dreams and impulses within a few hours at most. After she got sick she slept more than she had in a hundred years or more but none of it has been restful. Her dreams are more chaotic than ever and during the worst of her sickness she would be dragged awake choking on her own blood only to be pulled back into the dreams by sheer exhaustion. She’s been sleeping less since taking the cure and counting it as a blessing. 

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i am not bound-- || Abaddon & Belial

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princeoflures:

Where: Belial’s apartment When: March 9, 2017 Who: @abaddonallhope

   Three in the morning wasn’t exactly a typical time for Belial to return to his apartment since he’d been ‘banned’ from White Lies, but old habits died hard. This time he’d spent the last few hours at a nearly empty box store, stocking up on goodies for his apartment continuing days. Arms filled with grocery bags, he kicked open the door to his apartment, only to find a literal pain in the ass sitting on his couch with his new best friend. “I really need to put up that electrical fence to keep out the riff-raff.” Rolling his eyes, he kicked the door of his apartment closed behind him, and sat his groceries down on the counter, “Let me guess–you got bored of coughing your lungs out by yourself and dying a slow and painful death, and decided to bother me with it. Lucky me.”

Abaddon was used to hearing strange noises coming from the apartment next to hers. Even so it had taken her a moment of confusion turned to pure interest to identify the squawking sound as that of a bored parrot. You and me both. The thought sent her over the space between two balconies once and landed her once again in Belial’s living room this time with more than booze for amusement. The parrot, who lacking knowledge of his name she had began to refer to as Gabby, seemed nearly as pleased with her presence especially after she had located a bag of dried fruit to tempt it with. When Belial came into the room she glanced over at him ignoring his faux threat of electrocution in favor of a more ‘polite’ greeting. “Bells! You’re home!” As she spoke her a few of her words seemed to echo with embellishment. Bells! Fuck! She presented the parrot with a piece of dried pineapple. Her eyes, gaze locked on the parrot, flickered expressively as he took aim at her perceived critical condition. “Ah yes I see you’re feeling well enough to joke about that whole mess already. How lovely. You must know I meant to come and congratulate you on your gift of recovery earlier. Gabby here was just ever so kind as to remind me of my intentions. We’ve just been hanging out waiting for you to get home to fix me a drink like a good host.” 

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Text- Abaddon -> Donato

Donato: I'm not from Italy by way of Heaven. I'm from Italy. Heaven is just where I've ended up.

Donato: ... I do, to all of that. None of that is entirely inaccurate.

[Slight Delay]

Donato: Okay. Under those conditions, I'll attend with you.

Abaddon: Interesting. I don't think I've ever heard someone describe Heaven as 'just where they've ended up', is it so bad as that?

Abaddon: Well I'm glad then. I like to know the truth of things and I'd like to know more about you

Abaddon: Grazie. It's a...

Abaddon: Well actually one more question.

Abaddon: Do you dance?

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Text- Abaddon -> Donato

[Long Delay]

Donato: Well.

Donato: That might have been nice to know when we first met instead of being strung along.

Donato: If you've been asking around about me, why exactly do you want my company?

Donato: And why should I say yes?

Abaddon: Ouch.

Abaddon: It's a nickname not a ruse. If you'd asked what it was short for I would have told you just like I just did. You didn't exactly introduce yourself as "from Italy by way of Heaven", did you?

Abaddon: Because people say you're an angel but when we spoke you still felt curious...restless even? I won't presume to know more than I do but I have a sense about these things.

Abaddon: Because Las Vegas is almost like home and just like home it will be full of people and memories both sweet and bitter and I feel like you might understand that?

Abaddon: Because I liked talking to you. I think you liked talking to me too. We are more than the color of our feathers yes?

(A Pause)

Abaddon: Come with me and I'll owe you a favor. Which is something few have been able to claim without owing me a soul in return. Plus who knows? You might even have fun.

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Text- Abaddon -> Donato

Donato: Don't worry about it.

Donato: I haven't decided. Why?

Abaddon: Really? It's bound to be a hell of an affair. Renee doesn't do anything by halves (deleted)

Abaddon: of course neither does Lucifer (deleted)

Abaddon: Well I have a proposition for you

Abaddon: And a confession, maybe? I guess it depends on if you've asked around about me.

Abaddon: Full disclosure I've done some asking around about you.

Abaddon: Anyway Abby is short for Abaddon and I think you should go to the centennial.

Abaddon: With me.

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Text- Abaddon -> Donato

Donato: I'm not working today.

Donato: Was there something you wanted?

Abaddon: Oh shit sorry for waking you then.

Abaddon: Actually yes.

Abaddon: I've been meaning to talk to you.

Abaddon: Are you going to the centennial?

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Text- Abaddon -> Donato

Donato: I am now.

Abaddon: Oops

Abaddon: I didn't see you at Absolution when I stopped by before my shift so I thought you'd be working the late shift.

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Text- Abaddon -> Donato

Abaddon: Hey

Abaddon: Are you up?