Satan’s Philosophies & Guy Talk

It was early the next morning after Lillian's resurrection. 

Abaddon was currently in the training room, practicing his martial arts against nothing but thin air. 

Despite showing no signs of sweat or exhaustion, he'd been at this for a few hours already.

He could not take his mind off of the request he'd received from his grandfather, nor the scene from earlier where Lillian almost kissed him.

Both were entirely different events, but for some reason they were equally exhausting. 

For starters, he knew full well just how much his grandmother meant to Helios and his mother.

And as someone with wives of his own, Abaddon could only imagine how his grandfather felt when he lost her, as well as the lengths he would have been willing to go to to get her back.

But as he'd told the golden dragon earlier, he wasn't sure if he could actually resurrect Rhea Draven.