Abaddon silently walked forward, with steps that melted the ground beneath his feet.
He dismissed the column of flames billowing around Satan's body, and kneeled down to check his condition.
The body of the sin of wrath had been burned to a crisp, leaving behind a blackened carcass and a floating ethereal sphere with a red symbol in the center.
Abaddon would get to the sin in a second but for now, there was something else he desired.
Crack!
Snap!
Bit by bit, he began to break off pieces of Satan's charred body and eat them.
The flavor was horrible and the texture was like brand new leather, but he wasn't eating Satan because he was hungry.
He was eating him to see what he could gain.
Once all of him had been devoured, Abaddon let out a deeply held sigh.
His gains... they were better than he expected.