Death Battle

A couple minutes before Apophis' strange occurrence, the wives were all in the bedroom, watching their husband spiral into madness. 

Abaddon was laying across the sofa and typing on his phone. His fingers were flying so fast that they could have caught fire. 

He'd been at this for upwards of an hour already, and the girls would be lying if they said that they weren't tired of their phones going off at every second. 

Lisa finally had enough and beckoned her husband into bed. "Honey, can you please put that down and stop bothering our friends and family this late at night?"

Abaddon shook his head without looking back.

"O-One second, my love, I have to make sure everyone understands that Colorado is more than deserving of their flowers this year, and anyone who doesn't think so is a dick-eating bastard who shouldn't even be allowed to form a single fucking thought without adult supervision!"