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         Abaddon easily broke free of the earthy prison, he was too busy to be dealing with birdlike humanoids obsessed with beauty at this time. With purpose Abaddon strolled across the Void onto were the first lands of creation had been. It had appeared some tragic thing had befallen the Crystalline world. Abaddon looked on in wonder. The destruction. . . It, it pleased him very much. A devilish grin splayed across his face as he pulled out a crystal from the first creation, it had seemed to find its way to Abaddon somehow. If this piece of a once great plane was seeking Abaddon for sanctuary or help, well, it had gone to the wrong man.

The shard he held seemed weak, and weakness meant corruptible. Now there were blinking lights, starry in the Void of nothingness there was now more beauty. Beauty meant more corruption. More for Abaddon to manipulate and twist to his own bidding. Gazing upon the shards of a once great land, amidst it all Abaddon's red-orange eyes laid upon the Crystalline God himself, battered, barely alive. He seemed dead, but no Abaddon could hear his shallow breathing, even this away.

In fact Giras shallow breaths echoed within Abaddon's mind. So very close to death yet could that god? That god that had made stars just die? Abaddon was unsure however all gods were powerful, yes, indeed.

He clutched the shard in his fist with a thought the greenish crystal turned ebony and cracked slightly before twisting into a jagged metal sword with edges and thorn-like pikes off of it's grip that made it quite imposing. This easily changed crystal would serve him well. . . Now if he could just get a hold of one of those stars. . . Just one. . . He'd become invincible. . . Or was it just madness that drove Abaddon now?