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       Exiles WIP: Abaddon
       By: Raven Tepes Date: February 26, 2026, 8:36 pm
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       “I have watched Abaddon sit upon a throne carved from the bones
       of rebellion, issuing decrees that make entire legions tremble…
       and then, in the same breath, soften his voice for one human
       mage as though the inferno itself were merely a hearth.
       He rules Hell like a storm front, vast and merciless. Every
       contract signed in ash, every whisper of treachery, every
       uprising crushed beneath his heel, it all bends to his will. Yet
       when Elvira Elmore calls his name, the abyss does not dare
       interrupt.
       I have seen him pause mid-judgment, flames coiling impatiently
       around his crown, because she wished to tell him about a new
       spell she mastered. I have seen him leave war councils to walk
       beside her beneath a mortal sky, trading sulfur and screaming
       choirs for starlight and soft laughter.
       Do not mistake this for weakness. It is division by design. He
       gives Hell his dominion… and her his devotion. The throne holds
       his power. She holds his heart. And woe to the fool who
       threatens either, for he does not separate king from lover when
       he goes to war.”
       ~ A lesser demon about Abaddon
       “They call me ruin. They call me sovereign of the pit, architect
       of torment, the iron pulse beneath the underworld’s ribs. Let
       them. A crown of cinders weighs nothing compared to the gravity
       of one mortal woman’s smile.
       Abaddon I was named, and I have lived up to it. Kingdoms
       fracture at my command. Legions kneel when my wings unfurl. Yet
       when Elvira Elmore threads her fingers through mine, I am not
       the abyss. I am simply a man who learned that eternity is
       unbearably long without someone to share it with.
       She is fragile in the way firelight is fragile. Small, perhaps,
       against the dark… but capable of driving it back all the same.
       Her magic does not roar like mine. It sings. It weaves. It
       reminds me that power need not always conquer to be absolute.
       I divide my hours between throne and threshold, between infernal
       decree and whispered affection. Hell demands my authority.
       Elvira commands my devotion. And I give both freely, because
       loving her is the one rebellion I will never repent.
       Let my enemies believe she softens me. They do not understand.
       She does not make me less fearsome. She gives me something worth
       ruling for.”
       ~ Abaddon about his human mate, Elvira
       “I thought I understood fear. I had faced archdemons, broken
       oaths with angels, walked battlefields where the sky itself
       burned. Then I faced Abaddon.
       He did not charge. He descended.
       The air folded inward when his wings unfurled, as if the world
       were bracing for impact. His blade was not just steel, it was
       verdict. Every swing felt like a sentence already decided. There
       was no rage in him, no frenzy. Only certainty. That was the
       worst part. You cannot outfight certainty.
       I struck him once. I swear I did. The blow would have felled a
       lesser tyrant. He looked down at the wound, almost curious, as
       though pain were an old language he no longer spoke fluently.
       And when I dared threaten the human mage at his side, I saw the
       shift. Not louder. Not wilder. Colder. The battlefield dimmed,
       as though the abyss itself leaned closer to watch my mistake
       unfold.
       I survived because he allowed it. Because a king does not waste
       time on carrion once the message is carved deep enough.
       If you ever stand before him, pray he sees you as an
       inconvenience. Pray you are not foolish enough to become
       personal.”
       ~ A surviving enemy of Abaddon
       Name: Abaddon
       Aliases: Apollyon, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, King of Locusts,
       Exterminans
       Age: Unknown
       Species: Fallen Angel
       Gender: Male
       Height: 6'7"
       Weight: 219 lbs
       Organization: Hell
       ~ Rank: Lesser King/King of the 5th Circle
       Known Family and Friends:
       ~ Mate: Elvira Belmore
       ~ Son: Ares Belmore
       ~ Son: Zeus Belmore
       ~ Son: Hades Belmore
       ~ Brother: Lucifer
       Abilities:
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