The Battle for the Gates

Abaddon-Greater Demon-Rio De Janeiro

Abaddon stood at the end of a ruined city block with his normal human form that he tended to take. His sword was out and he was ready to spring into action if an enemy appeared. He was standing and watching the building at the other end of the block burn. Pity really, he thought, This doesn't have to be this way. He stood there with four other Lesser Demons that all were shuffling about bringing supplies here and there in their new camp. The surprise attack this morning had worked to perfection against the angelic army. They had a foothold in the city and it would be only a matter of time before they fell for good. Azrael had left a few days ago with the archangels leaving for New Phoenix, though why he would go there was still a mystery to Abaddon. Azrael didn't run away from a fight. Ever. That wasn't him. And he had taken the Archangels with him. Something that would make this all to easy. Abaddon didn't even know if there were any more "Big names" in the city.

The demons were scouring the half of the city that they had captured for anything that would prove useful. There were dead bodies everywhere of both sides and even neutral. Abaddon had more respect for the people that actually chose a side in the war, for at least they had the balls to actually fight in the war. He moved slowly down the street and the demons were quick to get out of his way.

He entered a building that had been designated their headquarters for the time being and took the stairs, an odd concept, to the fourth level. A table had been hastily erected and Abaddon saw some of his fellow demons sitting there huddling over a holographic display of the city and the small skirmishes still going on. Nothing major, but snipes and occasional hits. They were muttering something, probably already planning the next move. They looked up and immediately stood at attention. "Abaddon!" They all said in greeting. Abaddon nodded his head in their direction and they went back to what they were doing.

Abaddon looked out the window facing the enemy sector of the city and he wanted to laugh. The angels were formadible foes. No doubt about that. But they had made mistakes and they were going to pay for them. There was also no doubt about that.