User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151004030915

Thunder: "Part of the angel Ramiel's soul resides in him. He also can control ice. My theory is that the two in tandem can form Ice of Order."

Pestilence spills a drop of the acid and it falls on War's skin. He yelps in pain. "YOU FOOL! If you drop that on me again, you'll wish that you had never risen from the Void."

Pestilence: "Calm down, husband...I'm working here."

War: "Don't tell me to 'calm down'!"

???: "Heh, lovers' quarrel?"

War turns his head to see what appears to be a living shadow leaning against the wall. He sneers. "Abbadon. How dare you show your face here."

Abbadon tips a nonexistant hat. "Greetings, friends."

War: "We are not friends..."

Abbadon: "Oh? Wasn't I the one that saved Achlys from fading from existance?"

War lunges at Abbadon, but the chains hold fast. Abbadon clicks his tongue. "Tsk, tsk War, tsk, tsk. You need to control that anger."

War: "YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER!"

Abbadon: "I perserved her. Gabriel would have banished her permanenty if I hadn't intervened."

War: "You bottled her in a glass jar...she was hardly alive."

Abbadon: "Ah, but she has a new home..."

War: "What do you-? No...you didn't."

Abbadon: "A mortal's body is a great vessel."

War: "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Abbadon: "I will have you know that me being a bastard child does not give you the right to call my mother harsh names."

Pestilence snickers.