"You want me to be a spy?" Abaddon questioned, his eyes blazing with green fury. The fine-suited man siting on a throne of skulls and horns sighed. "No, Abaddon. You are my top General. You are The Embodiment of Wrath for crying out loud! You're not there to spy, you're there to assimilate and blend in. Beings of Chaos as themselves will see you as another daemon." The suited man scoffed, his shaded and unseen head shifting, as he placed his hands on his lap, folded. Abaddon remained a statue. "What is my goal here?" The man responded almost instantaneously. "Do what you do best, friend. War." Abaddon blinked his green infernal eyes. He began to speak but the man cut him off. "Be subtle, discrete. They'll tear you apart if you're not." "As you wish, my master." Abaddon bowed subtlety. The figure waved his hand, an at ease of sorts. He then snapped his fingers, as a roaring, red portal opened behind them. Abaddon turned to it, his red cape being pulled towards the vortex. He looked back at the man. "And if I fail?" The man leaned forward, revealing a set of red eyes, a perfect face, and neatly groomed pitch black hair. He smirked. "You won't." Abaddon nodded, as he approached the portal, and entered. [spoiler]closed[/spoiler]