Snippet #1374242

Abbadon lowered his head staring down on the dark ground far beneath his balcony. Again he wondered what was taking Rina so long… it wasn’t like her to keep others waiting. She was far too considerate for that. Letting out a tired sigh, the suit he was wearing had gotten slightly rumpled in the ride there, and he always hated imperfection.

Turning quietly, he entered the hallway and managed to grab a servant “Has my sister arrived?” the servant shook her head “No, My Lord, but all of the others have gathered.. in the Dining room” Abbadon nodded and dismissed the servant.

Seems he had no choice but to enter alone… he had hoped he could see Rina first as she was always better with the… lesser races than he. She had a kinder heart that had not seen what he had, so she was more forgiving.

He made his way to the dining room relatively easily as it was hard to miss. He paused in front of the door, checking over his suit making sure it was as well as could be expected. He was the prince of the angels, and it was his duty to represent his people, and he always took duty seriously. Lifting his chin, he squared his shoulders and pushed the door open revealing to him the occupants in the room.

He bowed his head slightly “Abbadon Uriel. I apologize for my and my sisters absence.”

He straightened his neck once again peering down at the others… and the first impression he had was how childish they all looked, children playing at being adults every one of them. The fire princess, a ball of fire, covered in dirt, and her hair a mess truly a sad excuse for a princess but if that was how her people wanted to be viewed than he had no problem obliging.

He turned his head taking in the others. The two fallen ones hit him as obvious due to their stench, and he had to fight the initial reflex to attack them. It was not a conscious hate angels had for fallen it was instinctual. He continued his sweep of the room taking in the glasses boy playing with a coin… and they called themselves royalty… was dignity truly lost?

He let his gaze rest for a second on the fallen princess… he was relieved to see that at least one of the royals at least acted as they were and although she was a fallen she was already above the rest in his eyes.

All these thoughts danced deep within his mind, his face not revealing an ounce of his thought. He had spent centuries in the Royal Court, playing politics and hiding ones true feelings was the first thing you mastered.