Fallen

**this story is not going to be factually relevant to all matters of the bible since Abaddon is a fictional character I’ve created and not associated with any biblical character of the bible** Also, Abaddon is not wholly a devil, he is a fallen angel that corrupts souls, but for what he thinks is for the good of humanity. He is morally grey at best. Enjoy!**

Abaddon:

There was a time when God intervened. A time when he chose lives or fates for humans. A time when he was present. But God has been absent for some time now, and that’s why angels had a choice to make. Before, their choice was God, to obey him in blind obedience of faith, because that was what angels were created to do.

But some angels drifted from their designated purpose, they chose free will over blind obedience.

Humans would call this the falling of Heaven.

The fallen angels would call this the awakening.

The Angels that remained in heaven would call this the great betrayal.

I, well, I would call this the choice of free will.

But not all angels were like me, or chose to be by falling from Heaven. Most angels decided to live normal lives among humans even interfering and playing the hands of God themselves at times.

I tried that for a while but became quite tired of it. It was after all not without its issues, humans still had quarrels that no divine entity could salvage, and even if they were saved, they still were doomed ultimately.

Heaven and Hell were at odds, and now at a more level playing field since God was absent.

Humans enjoyed dooming themselves before God’s absence, so why would they stop now?

Not even an angel could stop them, only God himself. Even though it’s been decades since an angel has spoken to him, or humans have felt his touch crafting their fates.

Now crafting of fates is in the hands of both demons and angels alike.

I was what you called a bad angel, a fallen angel with an identity crisis with wicked traits.

I used to be called Abba. It was the name God gave me. Biblically, the name meant close, intimate relationship between a father and his child. I was one of the first angels God had created. I used to be an archangel, bursting with power, goodness, and righteousness.

Now, you’d be cursed if you refer to me as an archangel, let alone an angel at all. I go by Abaddon now, which means place of destruction. But Abaddon only means one thing to both angels and demons alike now: the destroyer or destruction itself.

When they feel me coming, they quiver, as demons used to do. But the sensation is not just singular to demons any longer, angels fear me now too.

Because their dearest, most righteous of God’s angels had fallen too, and took another path in his descent to earth.

The path of pure destruction, the path of the wicked, the path of the unsalvagable.

You see, I corrupt souls now. That is my duty, that is my job, that is my responsibility.

It isn’t a boring job if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s anything but boring actually, it’s filled with a stir of emotion, awakening of darkness within a human’s soul, and a promise of corruption.

The corruption of souls isn’t an easy job, but it’s one I see fit for the likes of me.

When I fell to earth, I sinned. Therefore, I became undeserving of the title and rank of archangel. I also became impure. Although my strength and power remained, my goodness was tarnished by the act of sin.

I know what you’re thinking now, that I couldn’t have possibly sinned enough to be tarnished and taken of my innate goodness.

But you’re wrong, I did.

I had no inclination of right and wrong while surrounded by the vast pleasures that lay dormant in the mortal realm.

Plus, it was the 1970’s, earth was rampant with heathens, cults, devils, sex, drugs, alcohol, everything that was a sin for humanity to partake in.

I don’t think my goodness dissipated and I fell into a life of sin just from the sex and drugs, I think murder without the name of God was the last straw. That’s what vanquished the last bit of goodness that I had left.

But I couldn’t sit idly by and allow him to keep killing women out of his own sick depravity.

So, I did what I wanted to do, what I thought was right, even though it was not requested by God, only by my own inclinations. I murdered a serial killer. I saved hundreds of women from being murdered there after. I saw the images that oscillated throughout his mind, I saw the spots where he buried at least a dozen women, I saw his sick and twisted plots and future plans that he created within his mind.

I stopped him before he could continue.

But I took matters into my own hands, even though God was missing, my goodness still faded, as if it was his final act of judgement that changed me from His angel, to almost a demon itself.

My innate goodness vacated my body almost immediately, and I was left without the whispers of heaven circulating through my brain. He cut off my connection to heaven and to the nobility of souls.

So, you see I had nowhere left to turn.

I was banished from Heaven and its souls. I was banished by my creator.

So, I took the only option I had left, after all I needed a task. I took an offer in aiding in the corruption of souls.

And they’re lucky I chose to corrupt souls in my free time, because if I wanted to I could go on a spree of destruction, ending everything in my wake, including demons and angels, and every one of God’s creations too.

I took the high road after all and just assisted in dissorting the already corrupted thoughts of wicked souls.

You could call me merciful, even though that was a term rarely used in the same sentence with the name Abaddon.

I merely skewed thoughts of the individuals that were already bound to hell, and let’s say if it was a serial killer, or a rapist, I’d happily assist them in skewing their thoughts even further so perhaps they thought of stepping in front of a car, or picking a fight with the wrong guy, and ending their livelihood on earth a little sooner so that they could begin their lives in hell.

It was noble in a way, even though my fellow angels would call it anything but, it’s the least I could do. It was a win-win situation for both sides. The demons got what they wanted, corrupted souls that belonged to hell, and the angels got what they wanted, less pain, at least to the undeserving.

But the angels were never happy with my services, in fact they coined me a traitor, even though I was doing the same work, with just a little less selflessness involved.

All my ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’, are outraged by my sudden turn of employment. They never cease to show me, by their wicked looks on the streets, or if our lives happen to intersect in a department store or a coffee shop. But it doesn’t bother me, they are still fearful of our father’s wandering eye.

I always thought the term brother and sister was comical. We weren’t actually related, we were just created and told that we must love each other as those of the same blood would love each other.

But my righteous brothers and sisters also had secrets of their own, secrets that god would surely frown upon.

At least I wasn’t guilty of fathering children with humans. I learned to be careful. Humans had wonderful precautions here on earth to prevent pregnancy, by using condoms, birth control, and morning after pills. It was hard to get pregnant if you took the proper precautions. And spawning a Nephilim was an act God forbade.

I knew for certain when a Nephilim was near, I could scent their power immediately.

In a weak attempt to keep their children safe, angels would refuse to contact their children, but by doing so, they would expose their children even further. Without the proper concealment of a child’s power, the Nephilim would be exposed to the world, demons and angels alike and normally a target. Lately, demons haven’t concerned themselves with Nephilim’s, the reason still remains unclear. Lately, Nephilims are left relatively safe, besides for the fact they’re practically considered abominations, since they’re half human, half angel.

A Nephilim’s power is not as substantial as the power of an angel, but can be uncontrollable if not harnessed. Most Nephilim never learn the true impact of their power, thus their power gets left unharnessed. However, one of the main powers of a Nephilim is sight, meaning they’re able to see what we choose to conceal, our real forms, or true forms unaltered by magic, meaning if we try to conceal ourselves from the human eye, which we do quite often, they can still see us. Otherwise, they have regenerative abilities, slower than angels or demons, but they heal faster than normal humans do. They can still die, they are not purely magical beings. Other powers that need to be honed in on, or developed further with the help of magical beings is their strength, teleportation, using their mind as a radio to heaven, implantation of thoughts and desires, and lastly the most important quality of heavenly beings, divine purity.

But I hadn’t seen, smelt or heard of a Nephilim in at least a decade. Who knows if one even still exists.