As the situation outside began to placate a bit, and all but one made their way out of the building, Cassius started to analyze. The one missing was actually one of Abbadon's. They had went over both of Veleda's contestants, identified his own, but only one of his had made their way outside. How peculiar. Whoever it was seemed to be entirely too comfortable to be in another dimension with a bunch of people he didn't know trying to murder him or her.<br/><br/>Abaddon's laughter had completely relented at this point, and observing the face on Cassius, he crossed his arms turning to him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #400000">"What?"</span></span>he demanded.<br/><br/>Cassius looked back at him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #808080">"Oh nothing. Was just wondering who your other contestant is. Must be the weaker of your two if he or she hasn't even came outside after the sleep wore off yet."</span></span>he taunted.<br/><br/>Abaddon wasn't about to be outmatched, nor was he about to sit back and let the grey god mock his choices. But...perhaps what he said was true. In selecting his contestants, he thought that the classic ruthlessness of a mafia boss would add nicely to the fray. But upon a second look, how long would he really last? An overweight, spoiled businessman? He would be the first to die. Something needed to be done quickly. He<span style="font-style: italic">couldn't</span>lose. Especially not to the likes of Veleda.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #400000">"Did we make it a rule that we had to stick with the same two contestants?"</span></span>Abaddon asked seemingly out of nowhere.<br/><br/>Cassius and Veleda both looked over to him with looks of confusion mixed with suspicion. Abaddon was known to do anything to get his way, and it was likely he intended to cheat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I don't suppose we did. I don't recall it."</span></span>Cassius answered honestly.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #400000">"Good." <br/></span></span><br/>Abaddon smirked and held out his hand. It glowed red and after a moment or two, the large mafia boss shot out of the upstairs portion of the building even though there weren't any windows. He busted straight through the side of the wall with a sickening scream and then plummeted to the ground in front of the group of five contestants and the three gods in a crumpled, broken heap. It was an ugly sight. His body was mangled and twisted, and he was dead at the moment of impact. Blood pooled on the ground beneath the corpse staining his white suit.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #400000">"Cause you see..." </span></span>Abaddon continued looking over to the other two.<span style="color: #400000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"It seems that my contestant met an unfortunate accident. I will have to select again."</span></span>He informed them.<br/><br/>Veleda gasped and cupped both of her hands over her mouth at the ungodly sight presented by Abaddon's tantrum and her eyes widened. Could Abaddon really kill so easily to get his way? The man hadn't even had the chance to see what was going on, and here he was already dead.<br/><br/>Cassius looked on with a shocked expression, but really not one of disgust like Veleda. He had figured that Abaddon would do something of the sorts.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"How could you do that?! He didn't even know what was going on yet! Couldn't you have just sent him home?" </span>Veleda demanded looking over at Abaddon with a harsh glare.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #400000">"You wouldn't have agreed to it and you know it."</span></span>Abaddon retorted.<br/><br/>Before an argument could get started up, Cassius stepped in.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #808080">"Okay, okay enough. We need to get this show on the road so just pick your second member already Abaddon, and no switching this time."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #400000">"Fine."</span></span><br/><br/>Abaddon held out his hand once more and a red aura started to form off to the right of the group. After a moment or two of concentration, a woman with hair as black as jet appeared there. 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