A Long Time Coming…

Abaddon was currently mediating.

This was probably the longest time on record that he had spent doing so ever since he got married and had kids.

It let him know one thing that he hadn't exactly put in the time to think about before.

He was bad at meditation.

Quiet for him was like too much cheese in Bekka's stomach. Didn't agree with him.

His home was always loud and chaotic. The sound of laughter was like an ever rolling storm that hadn't stopped for thousands of years.

He liked quiet sometimes, but he liked buzzing quiet.

Like the silent afterglow that came after he and his wives lied together at the end of a night of passion.

The difference between the two was a warm silence. Meditating to him now felt cold. Almost like being alone.

Growing accustomed to being alone felt like going a step in the wrong direction for him.

"Why am I doing this?"