Abaddon knew that Leroy was praying to a higher power a few moments ago, but due to his rage he didn't really care.
There was nothing that could have saved him, and there was nothing that was going to change that.
Not even the most famous loa in the voodoo pantheon.
"G-Great forefather! S-Save me from- Urk!"
Annoyed by Leroy's sniveling, Abaddon put just a bit too much force into his grip and snapped the human's jaw like it was a piece of plywood.
"Easy now, Godbeast." Papa Legba suddenly pulled out a pipe from out of nowhere, and started smoking it right away.
"Witches are hard to come by in this world, you know? The vampires and wolves hunt them because the consummation of their flesh and blood gives them the ability to do magic. You can see why they wouldn't want to pass that up."
"I can indeed."
CRACK!
"Gaahhh!!!"
Abaddon shattered every bone in Leroy's hand with only the subtlest of squeezes.
