"Satanael." Abbadon did just drop his true name as he manifested from his usual black fog in his true, more... alien form.
"Do you have any way in contacting Asmodeus? I, wish to try and reconnect with him as I did you... oh! Before I forgot..." reaching back into the same mist he came from Death would pull a massive blackened blade from it
"It has no Scabbard, but... it should serve you nicely. Made of the same material as my Scythe... do enjoy"
"What is this, some Goetic ball? Did you turn into Sera while you were gone and now, you're here to lecture me? You don't have to full name me, my dude."
"Yeah, I can give Ozzie a call right now," Satan answered while retrieving his old brick of a phone. Of course, the most destructive sin would need something sturdier than cheap plastic.
"Might get his secretary, though. Or his boyfriend. They hold onto his phone sometimes."
And so, Wrath dialed-up lust: (666) 244-2625