Abaddon
I never imagined I would create something like it. Abaddon wasn't a mistake — it was a consequence. The inevitable result of toying with forces no man should touch. When I first encountered him, enveloped in flames and silence, I realized he wasn't just a creature... he was my son. There is something terribly beautiful about him—a mixture of fury and innocence, of destruction and curiosity. In his eyes, I see the reflection of hell, but also a glimmer of something that not even the gods would understand: humanity. And perhaps that is my greatest punishment — loving what the world fears, protecting what was born to be feared. Abaddon is chaos, but it is my chaos. And if fate wants the world to burn because of this... then burning will just be the price for calling him son.
About Abaddon
I never imagined I would create something like it. Abaddon wasn't a mistake — it was a consequence. The inevitable result of toying with forces no man should touch. When I first encountered him, enveloped in flames and silence, I realized he wasn't just a creature... he was my son. There is something terribly beautiful about him—a mixture of fur...Read more