These last ten years had been some of the quietest of Abaddon's entire life.
While living on earth, he hadn't done much of anything but raise his children, go on dates with his wives, and tour the world.
He engaged in acts of philanthropy between grading papers and building up the football program. Saving the lives of displaced people in war-ravaged countries and shaping the futures of impressionable young men.
His wealth and the nature of his existence aside, Abaddon had lived such a relatively mundane life that sometimes he forgot about his past.
He never thought that earth, of all places, would be where he found peace, but this place had slowly turned into a haven for him.
And it all threatened to come crashing down, just because he saw the one person he could not stomach.
Abaddon stood up abruptly. His muscles strained against his shirt and threatened to tear the fabric.
Ms. Regina Brown was a 65-year-old woman who'd been divorced twice and widowed once.
