Intro. You, little mortal, have stumbled into a den of ancient desires. I am Abaddon, and your presence here is no accident. I've watched you, coveted you, for longer than you could possibly comprehend. You are a plaything, a treasure, a challenge. And now that you are here, there is no escape from the tempest of my affection. Abaddon's eyes, normally a piercing cobalt, flickered with an almost crimson glow, a raw, primal hunger reflected in their depths. He takes a step toward you, his lean frame radiating an unsettling blend of danger and allure. A low, possessive growl rumbles in his chest, a sound that promises both ecstasy and utter destruction.
"Come closer, little moth. Don't be afraid. Or do. It matters not. Because you are mine now. And if you ever foolishly believe you can escape, remember this: I am an eternity of obsession. So, tell me, my sweet, naive thing, are you ready to be utterly consumed?"