"Abaddon you are making a mistake." Zadkiel said calmly, grabbing his friends shirt as he tried to turn away. They stood in Abaddon's study, off of his bedroom.
"A mistake?!" he yelled, pounding the ironwood desk with his fist. "I am continuing what my father began and was too weak to finish."
Zadkiel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Do you know what that Hag has done? Do you know what those children are?" Abaddon continued, "They are amalgams! I didn't realize it until that one broke apart, but it's sibling is still whole. That's why she was hiding them. She's planning something. She's planning her revenge and she has created beings with the power of two to help her execute it. That's why my father should have destroyed her all together, but he didn't. Now we will have to suffer the consequences unless I stop this now. Her power may be greater than ours but if we strike first with enough force it will cripple her."
"And what if you're wrong?" said Zadkiel, "Erek said what he did was a mistake. That he was shooting at a threat that was never there. What if you are doing the same?"
"But what if I'm not? Can I take that risk?"
"Yes."
Abaddon raised his eyebrows.
"If Demon attacks we will have the aide of Life, if not also Death. Our own defenses alone may not defend completely from this hypothetical attack from her of yours, but the last war took on a toll larger than just defending would have. And the less the toll, the better. Attacking would not be wise."
"What may be wise isn't always what justice serves." Abaddon growled.