Good Vs. Evil

Day 4

The next day was filled with more screaming,

terrible, pitiful cries. Abaddon was hovered over the angel, his eyes glowing bright red. "I told you to do the puzzle. You didn't. You know what's going to happen now, huh?" He smirked, drool pouring out of his mouth and onto Abel's face. Abaddon ripped the cross pendant off the angel's neck and threw it across the room. Abel was praying, praying, praying. "Shut up!" Abaddon yelled. Abel sobbed as he tried to hold his hands together, tried to pray the bad demon away. "Alright, I've had enough of this!" Abaddon grew furious. With his long claws, he grabbed ahold of Abel's wings, harshly ripping at them. Abel screamed out in agony, blood seeping through the white sheets. "God, please, god, help!" he cried. "God can't help you here." Abaddon growled, tearing Abel's right wing off. Abel's screams were momentarily muffled by abaddon punching him, enough to shut him up, only for Abel to start again. "If you don't shut up...i'll rip the other one off even slower! I'll destroy you!!"

"D-dear god, I pray thee send help t-" Abel

was cut off by thick black claws running across his face. He screamed, screamed so loud for help. Abaddon was dead silent, anger had taken over his body as he relentlessly drug his claws down Abel's wings, slowly, painfully ripping the other off. It was torture to the poor angel. The rabbit's white fur dyed red from the panther's wrath. Abaddon stood up after a few moments of panting, laughing. He looked over the angel's body, knocked out, and with a smile he sat on his own bed. It was quiet for a while, and Abaddon was sure he had killed the poor, innocent angel. Did he care? No. Not one bit. Abaddon's smile was from ear to ear as he actually began to laugh, maniacally. "Stupid angel should have shut his little bitch mouth" he said to himself. Closing his eyes and laying back, Abaddon relaxed, only jumping back to reality once he heard the white, but now red, bed creaking. "oh, for fucks sake." he said, sitting up and looking at the bed. Sure enough, Abel was awake, struggling to sit up. The moment he made it up, he cupped his hands and prayed. He had started to cry, praying that he wouldn't be exiled for losing his wings. Abaddon let out a giant, angry scream.