The Death of Asgard : Part II

"It has been… so long since I've felt like this… so mortal."

Abaddon's voice was empty and hollow, making it seem like he was speaking from somewhere far away instead of right in front of them.

It was mortifyingly unsettling.

Odin in particular was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Abaddon had actually stepped into Asgard of his own accord.

What made even less sense was the fact that he seemed to be intending to fight here.

"I took you for a smarter being… Surely you must understand just how unfavorable these odds-"

Abaddon took his tail and smashed the doorway into pieces; closing the way to his home.

"2..." he said ominously. "And 378.66 quadrillion."

"I… do not understand the significance of those numbers?"

"The amount of times that I have been killed, and the amount I have been erased from existence..."

Abaddon stabbed his spear into the ground in a defiant gesture.