Abaddon

Arch-demon of Chaos. "If the all powerful God controls Lucifer he's an accomplice, and if he doesn't, then he's not an all powerful God."

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whispersof-whatwas‌: 

“Of course what I’m saying is true, have I ever been one to lie about things before? Sure I’m a demon but we can have our fun with the truths now and then” she chuckled, she then arched an eyebrow at the demon, her nose wrinkling at her and her eyebrow arched “No one is special to me, you know I have my reasons because if people get special to me, well…” she chuckled, even if it made her heard ache as she thought about the angel that had gotten close to her. “This morning, when I pulled the hotel maid apart and ate her heart, truly delicious…” she hummed. “So what you’re really meaning is, when was the last time you rutted like an animal?”

“Of course not, and i’m not doubting you. It just that this is what the boss lady has wanted since the beginning, why now?” Abaddon didn’t particularly expect the brunette to have the answer, but it did strike her as curious. “Not even Lucifer?” She questioned coyly, her head tilting, knowing that one was likely a sore subject for Theodora so trying to change it slightly. “Sounds delightful, baby.” She chuckled, before her nose crinkled. “Sure, if that’s what you prefer to call it...When was the last time you rutted like an animal?”   

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knightblocd‌:

Never mess with the bartender, Gabriel thought wryly, observing the pleased way Abaddon scared off her customers. Whatever strange looks the angel got from the rejected patrons she ignored–probably trying to figure out who this person was, to monopolize Abaddon’s attention so much. Gabriel ignored the brief satisfaction she felt at being the object of the demon’s focus; it would never do to examine fleeting emotions resulting from the woman’s flighty moods.

“Common-law polygamy, then,” Gabriel pointed out, matter-of-fact and not making steady eye contact as she wiped the lipstick mark from her cheek. “Joséphine never did like you much, I hear.” Knew, more like–Gabriel had always made a point of keeping tabs on Abaddon throughout history. The demon would likely call that something like fondness or even obsession… But the blonde was pure Chaos, inevitably the one Gabriel would cross paths with the most. The conflicts she began were out in the open, salvageable sorts of wars that gave Gabriel plenty of opportunities to fight or negotiate. When Abaddon started a war, it would be a humanity-building process; be it her intention of not. The angel would never admit to such, but Abaddon’s style was a complement to her own.

Date night, though, that was a new one. Teasing comments about romance and soulmates were not unusual coming from Abaddon in a good mood– but expectations like this caught Gabriel off-guard. ‘Dazzling’ another creature was a completely foreign concept. “You already took my role in this.” She pointed out, a few more hopeful drinkers hovering around the edge of her vision now the commotion had calmed down. “You cause the chaos, I resolve it–but what’s an angel to do when you’ve done my work for me?” Diplomatic wordplay came easily for her, but Abaddon’s whirlwind flirtations were harder to keep up with. The most she could do was raise an eyebrow before taking a long, slow drink, finishing off the cocktail while she waited for some kind of instruction.

Abaddon scoffed at polygamy, but her displeasure quickly turned at the lack of any real protest from Gabriel at her marriage insinuation. She idly tossed random liquor bottles around to entertain the crowd sitting at the bar, shifting a few drinks down the counter to quiet the grumblings of the customers. “And please, Joséphine had me to thank for the romantic love letters she fell in love with… who do you think actually worded them? She was just jealous when Napoleon declared power to be his mistress – while it was chaos, really, I didn’t have the heart to contradict him.” She said flippantly, eyebrows raised, tongue peeking out to wet her lips. “And really, let’s show a little innovation, darling! All these centuries you thought youwere doing the chasing? I had to hollow out spaces and tramp the warpaths myself and make a tail for you to chase. So tonight, why don’t you lead? For once?”

She mixed a couple violently coloured drinks, setting them on fire before she spread them across the bar, signalling the end of her shift as another approached to take over. Rounding the bar and smoothly fitting in Gabriel’s lap, she leaned in closely, crowding in far too much to be considered any semblance of polite or comfortable. “Paint the town red for me, won’t you please? And you can start by giving me the ride of my life.”

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jacemaddox‌:

Jace finished up his drink,placing the empty glass on the bar infront of himself. “I would love another, thank you.” He replied, looking at her with a small smile appearing on his lips. “I do, well it has been a hard day working, thankfully tomorrow is my day off so I drink all I want.” He chuckled softly. “The right words? Huh, something that I think I have to work on.”

Abaddon hummed lightly, running her fingers over the lines and lines of bottles beside her, pulling a few out and throwing them around effortlessly. “If only we didn’t have to work am I right?” She replied, relaying the mundane small talk like it didn’t make her skin crawl. “Exactly. You figure out what makes someone tick they’re as good as yours, hon.” 

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whispersof-whatwas‌:

“It’s in the works…” Theo reassured “Lucifer isn’t exactly sitting in Hell, she’s walking the surface and I think we all know just where that is leading us” she mused, loving to give over the information since she was just that excited over the idea of pulling some wings off angels. “Indeed…” she hummed, her sharp eyes staying foxed to the other demon as she considered what she really thought and felt about her, it wasn’t often that Theo so casually chatted to her ‘colleagues’. Theo probably felt some shame towards herself for the fact she only had one and a half horn, when horns were such a pride among demons as their symbols of breaking from Heaven. “Nephilim are disgusting, they should be burned off the surface, damn halfbreeds” she huffed, only then arching her eyebrow at the others words. “And I have been told many many times, it’s just someone must be really special to turn my head from my work” she sassed back in a low husky tone.

“Perfect.” She chuckled, glad to actually get a definitive response if nothing else. She regarded the brunette for a moment as she seemed to be summing her up, before looking away briefly to snarl at some of the patrons aggressively courting her attention now the fighting had died down. All pretences of joy dropped for a millisecond, allowing all of the destruction and turmoil and fear housed within her to peek through the curtain, watching as they flinched back in response. “Well if what you’re saying is true they soon will be.” Abaddon smirked as her gaze fell back to her fellow demon. “You mean to tell me i’m not really special to you, Theo?” She teased, placing a hand on her chest dramatically. “You wound me..” The blonde played along, before leaning closer still as she wet her lips, scraping the bottom one between her teeth. “You know you don’t have to really like someone to fuck them right? When was the last time you had some fun?”   

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The demon folded her arms “Well, I earned my favor…That certain arch angel has big plans and an ego that enjoys being inflated” she hummed, the brunette pulling the cap of the bottle of whiskey she’d grabbed with her sharp teeth. “I always love a good lick of chaos, it’s why I pin myself as the Sin of Wrath and all, the wars were the best, I always had fun slinking across a battlefield and pulling out the hearts of the mortals who couldn’t get away fast enough” she chuckled proudly, knowing full well that Abaddon had enjoyed in such pleasure too. “A lot of the same…” she hummed “Though I have been working on a few humans that the old man upstairs is eyeing as pure souls, you know, new stupid guardian angels?” she mused, leaning close to her, her eyes dark and playful. “Making them turn to our side of course, getting ourselves some strength for when it all breaks out”

“True.” She smirked. It wasn’t exactly the archangel she’d had in mind, but she wasn’t about to correct Theodora either. “Urgh, don’t remind me! It’s been so long since there was a good war, maybe we should do something about that?” She replied, raising a brow at the idea. “But I still think there’s nothing quite like watching words spark violence in these idiots. It’s funny to let them stew, watch as it tears them apart from the inside…” Abaddon viewed it as opportunity; she don’t lie often. Instead, she brought truth out of the darkness so people had to face it, to grow into it. Often times, people were cowards instead, and that’s what amuses her most. “I’ve gotta admit that’s always the best, I still think Nephilim that don’t even know what they are yet’s the most fun though.” She smiled as Theo leaned even closer, head tilting as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You’re really hot when you get like this, has anyone ever told you that?” She chuckled, words playful as ever. “Such a shame you’re married to the job.” 

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jacemaddox‌:

Jace took a long sip of his drink his eyes moving from person to person as the chaos seemed to grow. “I guess that you always have to expect the unexpected and this was very unexpected.” He chuckled softly watching as the bartender continued her job. “Well you should, I couldn’t even imagine trying to do something like that.”

Abaddon tilted her head faintly. Cradling her face with her hands, elbows planted firmly on the counter, observing the man. “Do you want another?” Picking up on something definitely different and chockfull of sweet disregard for his fellow human’s strife, her lips formed into another cheshire grin. “You look like you could use a pick-me-up, darlin’, and if you’re good company, I’ll even give it to you on the house.” She raised a brow at the next comment, what a sweet little angel. “Oh it’s easy, doll. You’ve just gotta find the right words.”  

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knightblocd‌:

Sitting at the bar, newly made drink still fizzing in front of her, lipstick waxy on her cheek from where the demon had just planted her lips, being called charming little nickname diminutives– It all made the archangel feel mildly less intimidating than she was accustomed to. Abaddon never seemed to be afraid of her presence – perhaps that was why she had tracked down this particular demon tonight, instead of the others she would have no qualms hurting. Not that any of them outwardly acted intimidated either, but at least they had a healthy dose of wariness in their ribbing. Abaddon always treated her like a childhood friend stopping by for a visit after a decade away.

Although, the blonde cleaning up her own messes was new. Gabriel would have had to stop the fight in a few minutes, sure enough, but it seemed exchanging pleasantries with the local chaos-bringer did wonders for her effectiveness. She sipped her drink–surprised to find it palatable, choosing not to investigate how Abaddon knew her preferences in cocktails–and watched the small-framed archdemon’s form march two much larger people out the door by their collars, the men too shocked by her strength and colourful tongue to fight back much.

The fight died down quickly, the agitators cleared out doing wonders for the rest of the crowd’s ability to control themselves. She smiled a little at seeing some of the revellers flinch when the blonde came too close, unable to help it. Gabriel, in this form, was accustomed to humans underestimating her as well. “If only you’d been this accommodating years ago,” the angel pointed out light-heartedly, “think of all the wars we could have avoided.”

“This accommodating years ago?” Abaddon asked incredulously. “We weren’t in our honeymoon phase anymore,” she pouted, jutting her bottom lip out comically, although it lasted an almost minuscule amount of time on her face, switching quickly to mirror the rare smile on Gabriel’s. “I needed those wars to keep you on your toes and thinking of me…and leave my siblings and co to some lesser beings. You’re a warrior angel, are you not? What better way to keep you to myself than to dedicate wars to you?” Her eyes lingered on the red imprint of her own lipstick left on Gabriel’s cheek smugly, and she slid a couple napkins over, noting with satisfaction that she continued to sip on the cocktail Abaddon had mixed up.

“Come on, you can’t possibly say the Napoleonic Wars were boring – I even groomed Napoleon myself,” she boasted, leaning in to speak into the angel’s ear considering her current position. “Twelve years in close quarters, honey. We’re common law married. That’s history, though, so consider today’s bar-fight, hm, date night.” Sliding back behind the bar, she snapped her teeth at some patrons who were aggressively courting her attention, and watched as they flinched back, seemingly reminded she had just single handedly tossed out two men twice her size. “So?” She added expectantly, grinning wider with every passing second. “Dazzle me.”

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whispersof-whatwas‌:

“Granted, but having ‘Upstairs’ breathing down our necks is still something to be mindful of” she said simply, she then picked up a cocktail stick and slipped it between her lips, gripping it between her teeth. “Naturally, we get to have more fun than the lesser ones, benefits for the higher working class” she chuckled, perching herself in a stool as she watched the blonde. “They’re messy bags of emotional flesh, monkeys with anxiety in reality, ones of the False Gods greatest pieces of work” she chuckled. leaning over the bar to get herself a drink. “So are you working on any particular human?”

“True.” She nodded. “Though I guess havin’ a certain archangel kinda like you doesn’t hurt either.” The blonde added with a small shrug, talking with Theodora as though there wasn’t complete and utter carnage going on around them. “Exactly! Perks of the job as it were..” She paused as a head was slammed against the bar near them, as though to emphasise the brunette’s point. “You’re not wrong, it always comes back to this.” The red of the battlefield, the war-drum beating of a soldier’s heart – the heavy undercurrent of Helen’s kiss. Abaddon still remembered asking Paris, all those years ago, the night she had whispered into Grecian ears of a Trojan horse, asked him, what did you taste upon Helen’s lips? And he answered her, as candid as he ever was, that it had been the smoke of Troy’s ruins, the iron edges of shattered weapons – And yet he’d loved her still. “Humanity will always hunger for chaos.” They would always crave the iron sparks of duelling swords to be their dirge… It was still evident in the faces of those all round them. A minute scale, and fueled by alcohol in their veins, but no different to their ancestors in that respect. “Nope, figured I’d keep my options open for now...what about you?” She asked, leaning in close, not breaking eye contact. “What exactly is that delicious mind working on for these monkeys, hot-stuff?”   

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knightblocd‌:

She watched the demon with a casual sort of caution as she approached the bar. It wasn’t that Gabriel was afraid of her, far from it, but more that she knew scenes such as this sent her into a giddy euphoria the angel would never understand. It made her unpredictable, and Gab was simply unsure if she was in a laughing, kill you, or kiss you mood, so she wanted to be prepared for anything Abaddon might throw at the club’s occupants next. The blonde’s smile was twice as smug as it deserved to be. Odd, how chaos-driven demons were so pleased after causing fights and encouraging wars. “Are those my only two options?” The archangel countered, a blase sort of teasing to her own words. “Can’t I just be here for a drink?”

“Yep, those are the only two options,” Abaddon quipped in delight, bustling about the bar merrily as if there wasn’t a large bar fight happening around them. She grinned at the blonde, shuffling some bottles and whipping a quick drink up before sliding it over. “Let’s see. No sword, no armour, no scowl, and no ‘what now Abaddon’ – So, since you’re not here to ruin my fun, that must mean… You’re here to see me!” Leaning over the counter in glee and crowding into Gabriel’s space, she reached forward for an overly dramatic, smacking kiss on the angel’s cheek (during which she was sure to leave an imprint of her lipstick), before rocking back on her heels, still beaming. “Aw, Gabbie, if you really miss me, you can always just call me by cellphone.” She dropped her voice into a staged whisper, blue eyes wide. “We don’t need to use carrier pigeons this century.”

There was always a way about Gabriel that put her into a kind of hyper state. She was chaotic at the best of times, but there was something about this angel so different from the cherub faced, sickeningly good, creatures of light she’d met. Perhaps it was simply the odd playfulness they held coupled with the great wars they’d fought radiating from the archangel in waves, but this one – oh, this one was hers, the order to her destruction, her counterpart in every sense of the word; the one thing she didn’t like sharing…

The thought that Gabriel was a warrior angel specifically tasked with, well, putting down demons like her crossed her mind for the briefest of seconds, but obviously, she was still here and kicking, which meant that she wanted her around too. Abaddon grinned wider, and the din of the fight seemed to swell to new heights in response. “And you know what, because we’re best friends and because I like you so much,” she stated smugly. “I’ll even break up this little schoolyard fight, just for you, baby.” Darting out from behind the bar, and muscling her way into the crowd, Abaddon grabbed the most aggressive offending figures out of the tight circle that had formed around the small group, pushing them out of the door, cursing them out cheerfully the whole way.

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knightblocd‌:

Tracking demons was a side effect of Gabriel’s abilities in war-related circumstances. Most of the time, the demon-attuned sense was useful, leading her to the demon involved in (and often the cause of) whatever strife she was charged with resolving. But life as a pseudo-human, co-existing with a variety of demons and other dark creatures all in one place, it meant that her hackles were near always raised.

She tried not to be surprised when she ended up outside a bar, one she knew for a fact a very specific demon was working tonight. After all, Abaddon was a typical chaos demon at heart; an original, perhaps, but the similarities to her kin never altered. Gabriel had enough history with the woman to know that the tense edge to her jaw was probably connected to something the other was currently stirring up. She had been to the establishment a few times in the past, finding it odd that no bouncers were stationed outside as she entered.

That was, until she reached the interior, the fight stalling her movements momentarily as she watched it unfold – Bouncers pushing in, trying to hold back anyone throwing blows, people scurrying away clutching drinks and plenty of phones being pulled out to shoot shadowy footage of the bar fight. Gabriel skirted past, moving away from the core of the altercation and toward the obvious cause of it. “Must we always meet like this?”

Abaddon checked her watch and looked on as more bouncers trickled in from outside. Seconds ticked by, and the blonde found herself wondering when she could expect her company for the evening. This was enough of a commotion to draw Gabriel near, surely – Perhaps the demon was a little self-absorbed, but she knew they were far too attuned to each other after millennias of history for this not to be at least a blip on the angel’s radar – hopefully not too soon, she thought wistfully, watching the carnage unfold with a gleeful expression on her features. This never got old. Hearing distinctive footsteps over the din, she narrowed her eyes slightly. “Gabbie! Don’t tell me that you’re here to ruin my fun,” she called out, voice smoothing over the nickname at the woman’s approach. “Or are you just here to hang out with me?” 

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jacemaddox‌:

Jace had finished up work and decided to head out for a drink by himself,going to a place he usually favoured over what his co-workers liked. He had ordered his drink and took a seat at the bar, once he got his drink and took a sip all hell started to break lose. Making sure he was out of the way of the chaos, he held onto the drink before the bartender came over, a laugh escaping from her lips. “This is honestly not what I was expecting when I went out. Man you really caused them to go at each other didn’t you? I’m honestly impressed”

Abaddon hummed lightly, running her fingers over the lines and lines of bottles beside her, pulling a few out and throwing them around. “But isn’t that always the best? The unexpected.” she replied, letting her smile drop momentarily as she focused on mixing a cocktail (cognac, rum, cointreu, and lemon)... Garnishing and sliding the drink over to another man who’d managed to stay out of the altercation, for now. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

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whispersof-whatwas‌:

“And which part of keeping a low profile did you miss at the team meeting?” Theo wondered lowly, her arms folded. She wasn’t shy of lording her position over other demons since she had been considered Lucifer’s right hand for so many years. She then pushed a hand through her long glossy hair “I had been curious about just how you’d gotten out of the pits, but I suppose the gates have been pretty lax on keeping us in…Are you at least making yourself useful other than the miraculous wonders you are working here?” she said with her pure sarcasm.

“Where’s the fun in that, Theo?” Abaddon greeted warmly, smile stretching across her features, deceptively open and warm. She didn’t care all that much for Theodora lording over them as though she was the Devil herself, and while she still had a healthy dose of respect for the both of them, Lucifer was the only one she truly answered to. “What can I say, being an arch-demon has some perks I guess.” The blonde smirked, tilting her head at the blatant sarcasm. Funny thing about waiting for the world to burn is that it takes a lot of time for it to catch fire – There wasn’t a lot to do in the meantime. “What, you don’t think these people won’t be looking for a little guiding light when the fighting’s over? It’s the easiest way to get humans contemplating their life choices, always has been.” 

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To be honest, Abaddon was getting a little sick of how normal everything was, how nothing was happening. The club she’d currently taken to working was a boiling pot of different species and bad blood, yet here people were, flocking to the bar and talking about their little problems like it mattered. It made her feel sick, entropy pressing outwards from inside her chest, begging to be let out -- and who was she to deny chaos anything?

All those little pieces of gossip and insecurities came in handy, spilling nearly every single scrap of information she’d collected as the ‘free therapist’ behind the bar this week to just the right person – She flit around the dark-lit interior, spilling secrets like nectar, riling up everyone within her vicinity. Breathing in heavily, she imagined the sickly sweet scent of gasoline. Abaddon watched as people milled around, frustration in the seams of their smiles until finally she struck the match, knocking one man into another before slipping back behind the bar and watching as hell broke loose and the open floor turned into a war zone.

Her scene, truly. Satisfied as the cat that caught the canary and grinning twice as wide, she looked on as some bouncers tried to muscle their way in and failed. Watching as clever words reduced clever people into animalistic savages, she chuckled and turned to the person within her closest proximity. “Drinks and a show; you’re welcome.”

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