Grayson stayed by his side, gazing up at Abaddon as he worked.
are you scared?//one on one (closed)
Abaddon pulled out a wooden square carved with a circle, which he set before putting a few small candles around it. He then muttered something, and after a flash of light the mirror lit up before displaying who they were looking for–a scared, wounded kid who looked barely in his early twenties
Grayson sat up a little. “I told you we should go now..” He said, a bit worried for the kid.
"He'll be alright. Besides, we can teleport to him," Abaddon chuckled, waving a hand dismissively before setting the mirror down
"Okay..just don't eat him or something." Grayson said, laying his head back down.
"Why would I eat him? If anything, we'd be eating his captors," Abaddon chuckled. He sat up, stretching before poking Grayson. "Come on, we've got a job to do."
"I just never know with you.." He muttered, rolling off the couch. "Give me a minute." Grayson said, running upstairs and coming down a couple minutes later with black jeans and a black jacket on. "Okay, let's go."
Abaddon hummed in agreement, disappearing within Grayson. In a whorl of lavender-blue smoke they appeared outside what looked like a warehouse of sorts
"Ah..looks..nice. Where is he?" Grayson asked, taking Abaddon's hand.
"In that warehouse over there. I'll likely have to disappear inside your body during the fight, since I can only do damage when I'm using your body as a circuit," Abaddon said
"Oh how fun. Why do we have to fight?" Grayson sighed, looking over at the warehouse.
"Because I can sense at least three guards in there with our target. He's a witch, so they're likely keeping him well guarded," Abaddon explained
"Okay..let's go then." Grayson said, walking towards the warehouse.
Abaddon nodded, fizzling out of appearance and returning to Grayson's body, the other's eyes flashing violet for a moment before the glow faded
"Oh and I don't know where I'm going by the way." Grayson said as he walked.
"Just keep going to the warehouse," Abaddon chuckled, helping steer Grayson's body towards the proper building
Grayson nodded and made it to the warehouse.
Abaddon used his magic to make them look similar to when they had fought Lokai, but toned down so that they were less of a big shiny beacon. He guided them to the door, hiding a bit behind it
How many do we have to fight? Grayson asked him, glancing around.
Roughly four Abaddon answered, the walls of the warehouse seemingly shimmering before going partially transparent, revealing the four soldiers crowded around the boy that had been seen in the mirror
Lead the way. Grayson told him, sighing quietly.
Abaddon walked them to the door, but instead of opening it, he decided to make an entrance by embedding large knives in the surrounding metal and then ripping them backwards, tearing a hole in the wall while the guards gaped at what they were seeing
You couldn't have just opened the door? Grayson asked exasperatedly, smiling a little even so as they stepped through the opening.
Where's the fun in that? Abaddon teased, grinning as he used the knives to impale the various guns the guards were holding, knocking them away before beginning to grab and toss the guards against the walls
Your idea of fun is very twisted. Grayson said, wondering how Abaddon was managing to throw these guards using Grayson’s small build.
Oh you know you love it, Abaddon purred, a growl rising in his tone as he flung two men against each other, almost killing them both
Of course baby. Grayson smirked. But don’t kill anyone please. I’m not a murderer, even if you are. He told Abaddon while helping him.
Fine… Abaddon complained before collectively knocking the remainder of the guards out. He was grinning now, the glow fading from Grayson’s body
Finally. Grayson sighed, looking over at the guy that they were saving.
The boy was a younger kid, with messy black hair and freckled, dark skin. He was bloodied and bruised, but his wounds seemed superficial