The portal closed robbing Abaddon of further sight of Anlai and Kali and the possible coup de grace on Kali, but that didn't bother Abaddon in the least. He felt a tinge of concern for the human but there were other pressing concerns, one of which was staying awake whilst teleporting from one realm to another realm.
The demon realm.
Around him, the walls of the portal route warped comforting darkness, that reeked of raw energy, a whirlpool of raw energy. The aura it gave off was electric and Abaddon couldn't resist the call to feed on the energy, and he drew from it, his veins thrumming a tune of power, his body vibrating as the energy surged through him, giving back to him lost energy. Cifaro roared his gratitude and warning.
