Chapter 11

Abaddon turned a satisfied smile to Victoria, who was quaking in her spot.

"What say now, my dear Vicky? Too much to handle?" Abaddon jeered. "Want to run back to your nanny?" she added in a childish tone. "A rather fun watch though, I'd say."

"You think it's funny, do you?" a whisper issued from Victoria.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't hear you my dear," Abaddon said in a mocking tone to Victoria, cupping one of her ears.

"You think it's funny to show me the horrors of my past?!" Victoria screeched, her wings beating furiously. "You find it amusing that I suffered through all this? You find it amusing that I lost my family and my humanity?" she yelled in rage looking down at Abaddon's leer.

"Oh really sweetie. You won't manage to hurt a fly. Do yourself a favour and fly back down here. Making a drama out of this won't help you," Abaddon's sly tone pierced Victoria's ears.

"A drama, is it?" Victoria lowered her tone. "A favour for me, is it?" she asked as it rose again. "A favour for me is you dead!"

Abaddon shrugged. "Honey, you can't just kill an angel. We live for ev-" Abaddon was caught mid statement by black tendrils grabbing her arms and legs. They lifted her to Victoria's height. Abaddon struggled but achieved nothing. Victoria's eyes were blazing red, her demon eye almost aflame.

"Any last words, my dear Abaddon?" Victoria donned Abaddon's tone.

Abaddon answered in amusement. "Really Victoria?" she lit her hand with a red fire, a stark contrast with her skin. "Do you really think that you can frighten me with death threats?" The fire suddenly blazed and burnt a piece of the tentacle holding her. Victoria gasped and collapsed to the ground, the fire in her eyes gone.

Abaddon gracefully landed in front of her.

"My dear, I'm just getting started."