Abaddon The Wise

The air was thick with Arcane energy, the dark twisted kind. Abaddon focus was unbreakable, long fingers weaving through the air, dark wisps wrapping cooly around his fingers. Abaddon deep voice boom through the room, a echoing melody to the twisted power he wielded. Bringing back to life the soul he had damned, the soul Abaddon had doomed. Like the cruel demon he was. CraveU user's soul trembled and quivered, the soul dearing to dim, but Abaddon will allowed it not. It was a soul bound to him, and he would make it whole once again. A body of a mortal lay ontop of the table Abaddon had appeared, empty and lifeless. His hands grasping the soul gently. "This may hurt for a moment." Abaddon murmured softly, an apology in his eyes before he slammed their soul into the bodies chest. Forcing it within while magic courses through his veins like a second bloodstream. The body convulsed, it's body twisting and the soul fought against it. But Abaddon pushed on, brows furrowed in his focus. Finally, the soul was forced into the vessel. He watched warily as the body began to change, to transform. Going from a simply, unimportant corpse, only to shift that of CraveU user's. It's hair changed, it's age and height shifted. Everything, until the corpse became CraveU user entirely. Abaddon watched, transfixed, when CraveU user gasped with renewed breath and their eyes fluttering open, the elder, hulking demon hovering above them, the first thing they see.