Chapter 1: Genesis

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April 4th, 1949

"Priinceps gloriosissime caelestis militiae! Sancte Michael Archangele!"

Abaddon felt his vessel convulse, and he let out an agonized scream as he felt his spirit chains wavering. Blood began streaming from his vessel's eyes, and his bones began cracking as Abaddon shook himself inside him. The priests began spraying him with holy water, as the oldest priest's prayers grew louder and louder. Abaddon's vessel was soaked with sweat, and the blood was dripping from his eyes and onto the table.

"No! No! NOOOOOOO!" he bellowed.

"Defende nos in praelio et colluctatione! Quae nobis adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum!" the priest continued praying, looming over Abaddon as the other priests held him down.

"I am going to tear your skin off slowly and set your flesh aflame, old man!" cried Abaddon.

The priest ignored Abaddon's curses, and continued praying. Abaddon convulsed and sputtered as holy water was thrown onto his vessel's face. The first chain snapped, and Abaddon felt himself slipping from his vessel.

"Contra spiritualia nequitiae! In caelistubusus! Veni in auxilium hominum! Quos Deus creavit inexterminables!"

Abaddon cried out much louder than he had before, struggling against the grip of the ten priests holding him down.

"Et ad imaginem similitudinis suae facit! Et a tyrannide diaboli emit pretio magno!"

Abaddon broke free, knocking all ten priests aside. He jumped forward, taking ahold of the priest's wrist, digging his nails into the priest's wrist, drawing blood. He looked the priest in the eyes, as he felt his vessel's eyes go red, still gushing human blood, and in a deep, commanding voice that made the entire room shake, he bellowed:

"Tell your friends this is far from over!"

And with that, Abaddon released, and his spirit was cast from his vessel, who fell dead at the priest's feet, and Abaddon felt himself tear through the veil, and was cast into Hell.

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