Abaddon could still feel blood leaking out of his stomach. His skin and scales had begun to melt from the unholy flames to create an upsetting image.
The only upside was that the flames were starting to cauterize the sword injuries he'd sustained. But even then, he could still feel blood pooling in places it shouldn't have been.
It was almost like he was mortal again.
He attempted to put himself out using his own power, but to no avail.
His final resort was to give up that body and create a new one from thin air.
But it didn't go as expected.
Parts of his body still looked freshly burned, and the flesh on his stomach still felt tender.
It was agonizing. No wonder Lucifer lost his mind after the fall.
Holding his stomach, Abaddon lifted a hand up to the approaching ophanim.
"Listen to me, you fucking wind-up toys...! I am not your enemy..!"
It seemed that no matter what Abaddon said, the Ophanim didn't hear him. They didn't respond either.
