Sometimes, Abaddon felt like more of a machine than a man.
He occasionally did things without really thinking in depth. Like he was on autopilot.
It wasn't a very admirable trait of his. And he'd be the first to tell anyone who asked that he was looking to change it.
He still remembered the day that he discovered his pension for thoughtless actions. It was a few centuries after he returned from Earth.
The day he almost burned down heaven.
"YESH!!"
The doors to the creator god's throne room were thrown open, and Abaddon came charging inside.
Yesh and Asherah were inside chatting beforehand, but their conversation ended abruptly at the sound of his voice.
"Abaddon..?"
"I need you to open the gate to Earth now. I have to go back."
Unlike Asherah, who was slightly unaware of what had thrown Abaddon into such a fit, Yesh understood immediately.
'Slow down for a moment, Abaddon. Let's talk about this for a second and -'
