What am I doing...?
Inside of his mind, Abaddon was beside himself.
In stark contrast with his current dramatic and violent actions, his inner consciousness was lost. Disconnected.
Abaddon has always been a staggeringly human deity despite his 'true' face.
Unimaginable divine power aside, he has his imperfections. Anger and impulsiveness can be blamed for every bad decision he has ever made.
Abaddon knew that about himself. He tried hard to keep himself from repeating mistakes and falling into bad habits.
More than anyone else, he was supposed to be better. He wanted to be.
It was the only way he knew to prove that the affection and trust his family placed in him wasn't a mistake.
He thrived on connection. It was his lifeblood.
His family was the focal point behind his every decision. Their needs had always come first to him.
The children were the biggest recipients of this. Most specifically, Thrudd.
