A Truce Forged?

Abaddon hovered over the spot where the demon was encased in amber.

Just as Lailah had discovered, the demon's cognitive functions were about the same as what one would have seen in a comatose person.

No sort of signals or brainwaves seemed to be transmitted outward either.

It seemed it was safe to leave him like this after all.

"Is that what you're supposed to look like?"

Abaddon slowly turned around to find Shin staring at him with a look he couldn't decipher.

"…This is the closest body to my true incarnation that the mortal mind can comprehend, yes." He answered.

"Good, you should stick with that. Feels a lot less intimidating than the other one."

"There is a black hole within my chest and I speak without a mouth."

"So?"

The two men stared at each other for what felt like an uncomfortably long time.