Seven days had gone by in the blink of an eye.
During that time Abaddon had been working practically nonstop to ensure that proper precautions were set up for his people.
Often times, those who served in his army were the sole breadwinners for their families.
In the event that one of them died in the coming war, he had taken measures so that their families would receive rather generous financial support for five years.
He considered it to be something that was only natural to do, given the fact that his people were so clearly willing to die for him.
As of now, he was seated around the table at dinner, surrounded by his family for one last time before they set sail tomorrow.
Even extended family members were present like Asmodeus and Yara along with Leviathan and Belphegor.
In her true grandmotherly fashion, Yara had sandwiched herself between Apophis and his fiancé Claire and seemed to be unable to leave her position.