Lucifer and Abaddon walked through the webbed forest, towards where Lilith flew. Blood flowed along the Fallen Angel's handsome face as his eyes scanned for any signs of movement.
Beside him, Abaddon's headless neck spurted blood every few seconds. His right head didn't heal after the Dreamweaver's maw-like face separated it.
"This is the issue with these conquered souls... Dumb as a rock and can't even properly heal..." whispered Lucifer under his breath, quiet enough that one might mistake his words for regular breathing.
After another few seconds of looking, they found a deep indent and overturned ground. Lilith obviously landed here after the heavy push. However, Lucifer found no sign of her current presence.
He silently commanded Abaddon to reach up and touch the white webs. The substance was extremely sticky, resilient and elastic. It took an unnatural amount of power to break it apart.
