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“When a demon’s spirit ends,” he says, “There is no ache. No lack. We do not perish naturally, so to die is a great failure…” He hesitates, and then his voice dips, quieter. “We simply go on with what remains. We feel no absence, only the shape of what is.”
Esther eyes his hand on her skirt.
Abaddon goes on. “It is no wonder Hell has not come to retrieve me. I may as well be dead. The Mortal Plane my purgatory.”
Her hand slips up into his hair. “Even if Hell doesn’t, I would grieve you—miss you—if you were gone.”
In which Abaddon is coerced into attending Aunt Rose’s funeral, only to be locked out of the ceremony by divine forces.
Or, Abaddon and Esther get away from the grief to indulge in each other’s sexual fantasies.