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The day started off like any usual day in the hotel, ghosts huddled around the TV chatting obnoxiously loud, Ester practicing her dark magic, Ben trying to boost his ego and failing in doing so, Nathan trying to work the front desk but scaring off potential customers when his hand goes through keys instead of grabbing them. The same old normal they have become so used to after living in the hotel for so long. However, Abaddon had bigger plans in mind today, yes today on this faithful day, Abaddon was finally going to capture the Moth-man, his arch nemesis since the dawn of time. Courage whelmed him as he ventured through the woods, dodging sticks and low hanging tree branches like bullets, he leaped over roots and streams of contaminated water with one thought in mind. Kill that fucking pest. After fruitless hours of searching and scavenging, Abaddon knew that it was getting late and Katherine would hopefully start worrying for him. So with a heavy head he trudged back into the direction that of the hotel, however after passing Esters ‘secret laboratory’ ,that he truly did not think as a secret nor a laboratory, he had a thought. What if ester has the moth-man? Sure it sounds ridiculous, but at this point Abaddon was grasping on to any hope. Plus, what was the saying? Curiosity never killed a cat? Something like that, it was getting hard to keep up with all these new saying after the 2nd century on this cursed planet. And so with a single torch and a sliver of hope, Abaddon searched Ester’s ‘lab’ for even just a relic to help him track, or defeat, Moth-man.

Slowly but surely, he raided Esters concerning collection of ancient relics, until he came upon something even he thought was strange. It was a small box, no larger than his mortal body’s hand. And yet, he felt the immense power flowing off it in waves, giving him a somewhat headache that he didn’t even know he could have. Ester wouldn’t be safe with this, it could hurt her,… not like he actually cared or anything. But for his safety he went to go pocket it in his medieval shorts. That was until he accidentally pressed the button he didn’t even see, the box set off a loud boom, but no explosion..? Strange. What was even stranger though was the sudden change in atmosphere, he no longer smelt the dirt and grime of a cave, but instead a overwhelming sent of drugs, alcohol, less then legal chemicals and piss. Abaddon was no longer shell in the dry cave but now being soaked with unsanitary water from the sky, once opening his eyes he realised he wasn’t even in a cave but instead in a rundown city with criminals polluting the streets. The city itself was revolting, honestly he’d think he was back in hell if it wasn’t for the fact that is was mind numbingly cold. However he needed to get back to the hotel, he didn’t want the rest of his family his acquaintances to worry about him. So he he waded through the filth covered, grimy pathways dodging people like they were active bombs. First things first he need to find, or steal, some food and somewhere to safe sleep in. As he made his way through the city, he found out two things

1: this city’s is protected by what ester would call, ‘furries’

2: this place is worse then hell.

The people were rude and unforgiving, bump into one and that’s a black eye and a few broken ribs for you, he had to find that out on his own.Honestly it was nothing he couldn’t handle, but still an annoyance. He eventually found an unoccupied alleyway, it was probably the worse place he’s ever slept in and that’s saying something since he’s been around since the 17th century, but not the worst place he could’ve choose considering the street across from him was currently field with active gun fire and the earlier referenced furries. He settled down in the corrupted alleyway, curled into a ball to give him some sort of warmth against this hypothermic conditions. After awhile his body stopped shivering and he fell asleep on the hard blood soaked concrete floor.

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Jasons patrol was going as well as it could’ve, there had been a gang war he had been called in to deal by the big bat himself. But other then that the night was suspiciously quiet, quiet enough he could afford a quick smoke break in a near by alley. He leaned himself up against a wall, fetching the lighter and the unopened pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he didn’t smoke often since he had to be in relatively good health to fight crime, however it was a nice way of relaxing once in a while. As he slowly made his way through the pack he heard sounds of small weak coughing coming from behind the dumpster next to him. He quickly put out his cigarette and slowly approached the bin, careful to not frighten what was obviously a young child, no older the 10. The small frame was curled up on itself, its whole body shaking from the cold. He could hear its teeth chatting from miles away, overall the poor child was freezing. He took out his torch and shone it on the child, but that only made him even more worried and a tad bit confused. You see the child was wearing a outfit that looked straight out of the medieval books he reads from time to time, no scrap that the whole child looked like it was from the medieval time. It’s eyes were dunked with deep bags that could rival Tim’s, it’s body so frail it looked like one gust of wind and it would become dust. It’s hair was long and unkept, he though it could be a girl because of his long hair but he couldn’t really be sure. So for now the child was a ‘it’. As Jason inspected it more he could see signs of bruising, probably from getting into a fight with someone, it is Gotham after all. There were not visible wounds that couldn’t be healed with a ice pack, but maybe he should take the child home… just incase it needs more treatment for internal wounds. God, he was starting to sound like Bruce. To be fair the child did meet the criteria, black hair, can’t tell what the eye colour is, probably a orphan considering he is on the streets alone. He poked the kid with his foot, but the kid seemed to be out cold.. it wouldn’t hurt to bring it to his safe house would it? Nah probably not. So he gently picked up the child, placing his leather jacket on it to keep him cold and headed to his apartment. He had a few calls to make.

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After a few minute Jason finally arrived in his apartment, a small child in tow. He gently placed the child onto the sofa, covering them in a warm blanket and turning up the heating. Finally after what seemed like forever the child stopped shivering and their lips became less blue. In the light he could see how pale and malnourished the poor kid was, it was like they’d never seen the sun. But to be Frank they is in Gotham and an orphan, so those qualities are more common then he’d like to think. Something in his gut pinged with sympathy, but also empathy. He knew what it was like to have to struggle on the streets, to fight to live another day at a ripe young age. He was one of the lucky ones since Bruce found him and made him….

Oh fuck.

Jason didn’t know what to do, if he told Bruce about this kid then there’s a 99.99% chance that this kid would take up the mantle with little to no experience. He couldn’t do that to this kid, he couldn’t make this kid think he no longer has to fight to live and then throw them in vibrant colours and send them to fight worse crime. They could get injured, or worse they could end up dead. Jason was morally conflicted, because he could tell Bruce and Bruce would definitely adopt the child, giving the child a life they deserve but, they would most likely end up in the family business. Or he could keep the kid a secret from Bruce, keep the kid in his apartment safe. Keep them away from the crime and the life he had. But he barely could take care of him self, never mind a full on child. Stupid morals, always getting in the way. Jason was suddenly swept out of his spiral by a too cold hand touching his shoulder.

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Abaddon was first awoken by a slight jostling, his own body sluggish, and his mind stumbling over its own thoughts, he could feel himself being lifted up and carried, a warm jacket being draped around him.. It was warm and comforting, the person holding him radiated heat that he subconsciously leaned into, he allowed the grasp of sleep to over take him. He knew he was safe.

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The next time awoke he was no longer being held by strong muscular arms. Instead he was on something soft, his head rested on a pillow and a blanket protecting him from the cold. Kathrine must of found him and bought him back inside the hotel. Maybe that horrific city was all just a dream and he’s back at home the hotel safe. He groggily opened his eyes, after not having slept for centuries he forgot how mortals were when the woke up. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, cleaning the crust off of them. Letting out a yawn and a stretch after clearing his eyes. Now that his vision was clearer, he could very much tell that he was definitely not at the hotel, nor was he out of the wretched city. He seemed to be in someone’s apartment, it was relatively clean and cozy. But also very modern. In the corner there was a hulk of a man, built like a brick wall. Though he’d never admit it Abaddon was absolutely petrified, in his mortal vessel he had some powers sure, but no of them would be enough to defeat this man. What made it worse is that man currently had two guns on each of his thighs, both of which he definitely knew how to use, a red helmet on that had more dents then a ww1 battlefield and blood caking most of his body. If he had any suspicions about this guy being friendly they were definitely by now. However then man seemed to not notice Abaddon’s consciousness, instead the man was staring into space, his gloved hands digging into the skin of his wrists, tight enough to cut off circulation but the gloves prevented blood being drawn. Abaddon knows that it hurts, he’s done it to himself multiple times, however every time he’d done it, it’d healed in less then a minute thanks to his healing factor, and as much as a bulk of a man this guy was, he was still human. Whenever he’d dug his own nails into his skin Katherine would’ve put something cold on him, like ice. To shock him back into reality, Abaddon knew that his vessel ran cold so he touched the man’s shoulder, hoping it would be enough to shock him back into reality. And apparently it was because before he knew it, he was being thrown to the floor his arm making a sickening crunch as the man twisted it too far. His face met the ground and another crunch came from his nose, he felt the warm blood trickle down his nose and onto the floor. This man was definitely not friendly. 

“ow.” 

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Jason had completely forgotten about the kid when his instincts originally kicked in, he made sure to pin down the perpetrator, smiling at the crunch their arm made as he twisted it. Only to see a small defenceless kid look at him with bright blue eyes and let out a strangely deep “ow.”. The kid was definitely a boy then, there was no doubt in that. Then guilt hit him like a freight train, he had just broken a little kids arm, one that was just trying to get his attention, oh god he was a monster. 

“Fuck! Kid you ‘ight? Shit, shit, shit, your arm, does it hurt? Let me have a look at it kid. Batman is going to kill me.”

The kid seemed conflicted on whether not to give him his arm, almost confused at the request. “Why should I give you my arm, I assure you it is perfectly fine.” That same strangely deep, mature, posh voice came out of the kid. It was so trippy.

”That does not look “perfectly fine” nor did it sound it.-“ Jason points at his arm which is dangling loosely but the kids side. He winced looking at it knowing that should be hurting like a bitch “-i know we got off to a bad foot, but I’m trying to help you kid, can you trust me?”

”I do not see how breaking my arm is classed at you helping me.” The kid says with an awfully straight face, proceeding to grab his broken arm and shove it back in place, Jason could hear the crunching of the bones as they clashed together, the kid did this all without a single wince. What the fuck.

”Kid! What the fuck! That had to hurt like fuck. What the fuck oh my god you could’ve just messed up your arm permanently doing that, kid! You need a professional to do that! You can’t do that on your self. Oh god I think I’m about to throw up.” Jason drew back with utter shock. This kid was insane

”I am not a mere child, I am a centuries year old demon stuck upon this mortal realm as punishment for my own obliviousness.” The kid states seeming annoyed that for some reason I didn’t believe him.

yeah this kid was insane.

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Ester had recently realised the odd quietness of the hotel, like something was missing. She recalled her memories, trying to think of what she forgot only to end up with nothing. After god knows how long, she turned her gaze away from the wall, already plotting something else. She leaped off her bed, messing up the bedsheets in doing so, she will fix that later, probably. Across the room was her journal she kept locked and hidden, not because it had embarrassing secrets and cringe teenage relationships like bens, but because it contain spells that could have drastic consequences if not done properly. Around the journal, there were an assortment of bones, amulets, hers and jars of blood. Abaddon can be really useful when it comes to fetching the less than legal things. 

wait..

ABADDON!

Thats who ester was forgetting, she’d hasn’t seen Abaddon yesterday or the day before that and the vents were unusually quiet. Wondering where he’d gone, Ester went to go ask her family and the ghosts some questions. Abandon's presence became normal around here so she couldn’t have been the only one to realise that he’s missing. She waved to some of the spirts as she skipped down the stairs, almost stumbling on something and falling flat on her face. But she luckily caught her self, looking down she spotted a small box. When she picked it up It was the size of her palm and had a some sort of  button on it. It radiated heat in massive waves, so hot it almost burned her hands. She threw it to the floor, stepping back away from it like it was some sort of rapid creature. It was probably Abaddon’s so she gently place it some of the ziplock bags she has took with her, careful to not contaminate the crime scene. Was she over reacting? Yes. Was this most likely a waste of time? Yes. But she was bored, the hotel runs out of funs things quickly without Abaddon here to spew nonsense then drag her off into the woods. Plus she was worried for her friend, it wasn’t like Abaddon to run off without explanation. Sure maybe in the past he did it a lot, but that was before he’d warmed up to them. After careful putting the remote like thing to the side, Ester walked into the kitchen spotting Kathrine, her mom. 

“Mom!” She hurried shouts, trying to get Katherine’s attention. 
“Ester, honey, what is it? I’m busy at the moment trying to fix up one of these shitty water pipes since the repairman refuses to come over after Abaddon stabbed him with that spork!” Katharine impatiently taps her foot, scooting out from under the sink.

“that’s the thing!” Ester exclaims propelling her arms out words in frustration. 
“What is? The pipes? I know the sinks are not working you’ll have to have some milk or other drink instead of water I’d that’s what’s bothering you” 

“No! You know I don’t like water anyways mum! It’s Abaddon he’s missing!” Panic infuses her voice, ever worse possible scenario looping in her head. She knows she needs to calm down, but she cares for Abaddon like a brother. 
“I think he told me he was going to fight the Moth-man thing that’s had him so caught up recently.” Relief floods ester, at least she had an idea of where he was. 

”Okay thanks mum!-“ another thought catches her mind. “When was this exactly?” 
“I think like yesterday morning, why?” 
“It never took Abaddon that long to defeat his enemies, what if he’s hurt!” There was a Concerned edge hidden in her tone.

”im sure he’s fine, he can’t die anyways.” Katherine states trying to reassure ester, but all ester could think about was Abaddon dead in the wood, alone and afraid. Abaddon always cared about them when they were in danger, especially after the entire cult shenanigan, so they should care about him.

”I’m going to look for him.” She says with no room for possible argument.

”Okay, but be back before 20:00! And don’t forget your phone and flashlight” With that Katherine heads back under the sink tear apart at old pipping.

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Ester trails along the pathway, the sun bouncing off the trees into pure rainbows. The ground is muddy and soft, the grass glistening with dewdrops. On away other day this would’ve been a good thing, a nice relaxing afternoon. However this made dread build up in her stomach, Abaddon had told her before that ever since he’s been bonded to this vessel he’s never witnessed a sunny day. Probably a curse that came along with being a demon. She searched frantically and thoroughly for Abaddon, checking her lab, the old mill, the trees, nests and in holes. But nothing, it was liked he’d disappeared. For the last few hours she retreated back to her lab once again, searching for clues or a slither of information that could help her. But nothing. She frantically searched through book for a summoning spell or a tracking spell, they weren’t the most ethical but at this point she just wanted to make sure Abaddon was alright. Once she found the summoning spell, and collected the correct ingredients, she put all her strength into searching for him. But came out with nothing. The spell always had worked before, besides that one time she’d tried using it on uncle Nathan and it didn’t work because he was, well, dead.

dead.

Did Abaddon.. die? No he couldn’t have he’s immortal and unkillable! Maybe it didn’t work because he’s a demon, but no she’s tracked him multiple times before, just like she’d stabbed him multiple times. He can’t be dead. He CANT die. Tears welled in Esters eyes as she stormed back to the hotel, having to use her flashlight since it was getting dark out now. Once she entered the hite, she slammed the door and trudged up into her room ignoring Ben and Nathan asking how she was. She dived onto her bed and allowed to tears to flow helplessly out of her eyes.

Her best friend, her brother, was dead.

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After Abaddon had set his arm back into place, Jason insisted that he were to put a brace on it to quote on quote ‘let it heal properly’. Being an immortal demon, Abaddon has been able to watch the growth and development of humans medical practices. He watched as the Hippocratic oath was written, he’d seen the four humours being used by the Greeks, he’d watched idly as doctors amputated broken limbs or stole body’s to experiment with. Though he must of missed a lot in these past few centuries since he did not remember when such advancements were made. The brace Jason had gave him was small, not bulky, it left his fingers free while stabilising his wrist, relieving pain he didn’t even realise he had. Abaddon was not a stranger to pain, after millennia of being alive he’s learned to tune out pain like a quiet background noise. But suddenly, after one support for his his pain, his whole body was begging for more. Maybe because of how good it felt. He didn’t really know why, but he mentally assessed where the pain actually was. His knees felt sore, strong enough to hold him, but weak enough that he wobbled slightly. Ester told him that his knee crack like a old man’s quite often, he’s never noticed it before that. His wrist obviously hurt from Jason cruelly breaking it but for some of reason his back also hurt quite a bit. Maybe this mortal vessel was faulty. 

Abaddon had realised every time Jason looked at him from after their initial conversation, that Jason would look down at his wrist and wince when he saw the brace. He’d also examine him like a worried parent, making sure that he was alright. He didn’t understand why Jason was like that considering he’s not related to Abaddon, at all. It reminds him of when he first met Nathan, how Nathan had found him curled up in a ditch and decided that from then on Abaddon was his problem. His heart splintered when think of home the hotel, he missed the family’s weird sense of humour and their banter, The paranormal that became their normal and all the small things that made the family not weird but unique. He thinks there is a word for this, he just can’t remember it. After living so long his words and languages gets mixed up, phrases from different time periods, cultures and languages become increasingly difficult to remember. Abaddon didn’t realise he was being talked to until someone threw what looked to be a newspaper at his head accompanied with a gruff “Oi kid! What food d’ya want?” 

Oh right, this vessel requires food. “This vessel requires fruit loops.” He replies in a demanding tone.

”sorry kid, no fruit loops. I have some cheerio’s if you’d like some. Or I think I have some cinnamon pancake mix if you want something warm.” Jason rejoined, waving a box of pancake mix in the air. Cinnamon was Nathan’s favourite before he’d…. No time to dwell on that. Abaddon had to admit he was curious to see what the older vessel seemed to have liked in cinnamon pancakes since he’d never tried it personally. Plus he’d never liked cheerios that much, they were like the bland cousin of fruit loops.

“Then pancakes shall suffice then.” Abaddon says, getting off the sofa and heading into the open kitchen. The kitchen was quite small, only having the basics in, but also very modern and clean. Abaddon clambered up onto the counter that Jason was not using, seemingly mesmerised in the gentle motions of Jason’s calloused hands while making pancakes. He himself had never been taught how to cook, even though both Nathan and Katherine had offered multiple time to teach him. Since in his eyes, it was useless information. There were many foods you could eat without needing to skilfully prepare first like bugs or mushrooms. Though he does admit that cooked food does taste better than eating bugs. Every so often Jason would ask him to fetch ingredients from somewhere else in the kitchen, Abaddon obliged since Jason was making him food so he could at least repay him. However Jason refused to allow him to touch the food since, he was ‘covered in grime and other unknown substances’. Abaddon was fairly insulated at that, but then remembered he hadn’t see himself in a mirror since he got here and was laying in a dirty alley just a few hours a go. He watched intently as Jason flipped the pancake, letting the batter sizzle on the pan. A lovely aroma flowed through the air like a river. His nose felt blessed, the sweetness of cinnamon seeping into the sky. After a few more minutes it was completely finished, and Abaddon began to dig in. The sweetness melted on his tongue, as the tension in his limbs that he didn’t know he had went away , he could taste the appeal.

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Jason let out a chuckle at the sight, it was nice seeing kids being happy over little things such as food. So while the kid was eating he got out some smaller clothes he kept for Damian from his spare bedroom and started getting the shower to a comfortable temperature because god did that kid need one. His body’s was caked in blood and grime and he looked like he hadn’t showered since the 17th century. Upon entering the kitchen, he noticed the kid had finished his food rather quickly, but that was to be expected since he was probably homeless and desperate. Jason took the plate and gently put it in the dishwasher. While saying “I got a shower running kid, go hop in. It a good temperature I promise.” At that the kid looked at him confused, which in return made the him give the kid a concerned expression. How long had this kid been on the streets? “You know what a shower is? Right?” A mixture of confusion and concern etching his voice.

”Of course I know what a shower is I’m not a a moron!-“ Phew. So the kid has had a shower before “-just why would you be offering me it! You have already given me food, in which i am grateful for, but I am already in debt to you I do not wish to worsen it.” The kid defensively said, almost like it was rehearsed. But oh god how messed up that sentence was, the worse part is, it wasn’t the kids fault. It was those who made his think he owes stuff for simply having food on his plate. He hated that the kid thinks he would stoop so low to use an innocent kid for his own wants by bribing them. But once again it’s not the kids fault.

“Kid, I’m not a monster, promise. I wouldn’t give you anything, if I wanted paying back for it. Honestly I just want you to be safe. I was in your shoes once. I know it is bad, but I want to help you.” Jason runs a hand through his hair, this was going to be a long night.

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”-I was in your shoes once-” the man stated gruffly 

Was he also a demon stuck in a vessel?

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So as you can tell I have been slower with updates, sorry about that, but I am busing trying to mange my school work and football and this all at once. Also I haven’t had the best mental health recently so I’m trying to fix that, mainly because I’m very lovesick for a person who keeps toying at my emotions. Like I got with them and then they broke up with five hours later. 😔💔 so yeah. A03 curse hits hard. But I’ll try to make an update soon. Also thank yous all for the support yous have been giving me, it mean so much. I didn’t think this would get over 100 views and now we are at like 2000ish views. Wowzers.

From,

Phoenix❤️

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Abaddon took a lot longer in the shower than even he himself could predict, washing the grime that was practically fused to his vessels skin was a tedious task. Katherine never really made him take showers back at the hotel, since he never really needed them. However the few times he did take showers he hated how his wet hair clung to his clothes afterwards, making them wet in the process and causing them to stick to his skin. He didn’t tell her about this since ,well, he was an immortal demon, he had seen and felt much worse than his own wet hair. He meticulously cleaned himself, making sure he’d clean every inch of his vessel. He’d even cleaned his hair, something he rarely did but since it was infused with the dirt he had to. The man’s shampoo and conditioner smelt like honey, a sweet homey scent he’d learn to associate with a good morning. Once’s he tripled checked that his body was thoroughly cleaned, he wrapped a towel around his waist like he’s seen Nathan and Ben do after their showers, grimacing at the way it displayed his cross shaped scar from the time he was bonded to this vessels and had his powers stripped from him. He exited into the spare guest room, looking at where the man had put out some fresh clothes for him. He dried himself up a bit before slipping them on. The clothes themselves were nothing special, just a plain black t-shirt, some white joggers and a fresh pair of undergarments. It felt weird not having a undershirt on, since his vessel had one on and he had gotten used to it by now. Next to the clothes was the wrist brace, however he didn’t need it anymore since his mortal vessel has already repaired the bones.

He left the room shortly after putting the clean clothes on, the man eyed him up and down as if trying to evaluate how Abaddon was feeling. The man then cleared his throat to get his attention, which he succeeded in doing so.
“So kid, what’s your name?” That gravely voice scratching his ears.
“They call me Abaddon, the cobra king.” Abaddon proudly states. However the man stares at his as if he had just grown a third eye. “Sure kid. My names Jason.” The man Jason says with a hint of amusement, before following up with “Who calls their kid Abaddon?” In a tone Abaddon can only take as pure confusion. He chooses to ignore the last comment, instead trying to readjust his hair where it sat uncomfortably on his back. 

“is your hair bothering you?” A strange tone of care in his voice, Jason shouldn’t have since they just learned each overs names. 
“Why should you care? Why should i care? It’s just hair.” Abaddon huffs annoyed.

”Yeah but if it’s annoying you we could cut it if you like-“ A sharp glare pierced Jason's skin. -“Or we could tie it up into a bun” Abaddon seemed more compelled to tying it up. 

“I shall tie it up. It is more practical than simply cutting it off.” Jason isn’t sure how cutting it off is less practical, however it’s the kid’s decision and he doesn’t want to force anything upon him, especially not after what he hinted at last conversation. So Jason strides over the kitchen where he kept his hair brush and a few spare hair bobbles when Steph or Cass need them. 
“Come ‘ere” Jason says, not demanding but more like an option. Abaddon sits down on the chair underneath where Jason is stood, a steel grip on the edges of the chair. He feels every time the brush strokes his scalp, every time Jason twists his hair to get it to form a circle on the back of his head and every time his hair catches on something. It feels strange, he’s never been the most bothered with his hair, often allowing it to do its own thing, Katherine never offered to tie it up or even brush it so quite often it ended up knotted and greasy. Once Jason had finished Abaddon looked in the mirror, his back feeling free without the hair sticking to it, he didn’t mind how his hair looked, it was smoothly slicked back into a normal bun with a few loose strands of hairs. But overall Abaddon felt clean and honest comfortable. But then Jason abruptly broke the pleasant silence.

”Hey! Where’s your wrist brace! It’s not going to heal properly without it!” Jason criticised, but with no intention of making abaddon upset.

”I do not require it anymore, my wrist has healed perfectly fine.” Abaddon states like it should be obvious to Jason.

”kid it’s been less then an hour, your wrist is definitely not healed.” Jason sighs bring his fingers up to the bridge of his nose slightly shaking his head while doing so, strange Abaddon has noticed that he does that motion quite often. Maybe it’s a instinct.

“You’re a demon too, you should know by now our vessels heal much faster than regular moratals.” Abaddon says off-handedly like he didn’t just accuse Jason because he was certain that Jason was also a demon by now, otherwise why would he be giving of such a underworldly presence?

”Kid, why do you think I’m a demon?!” Utter confusion and concern ,but not for Abaddon but for his actions towards Abaddon was he really that bad towards the kid to make him think he was a demon?! 

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This is what I think his fit would look like