Abaddon watched with a smirk as the hopelessness of Artemis' situation dawned on her.<span style="font-style: italic"> Although mine is hardly cause for celebration,</span>he thought as he glanced down at his puny hands with a grimace. At least they had the upper hand over their enemies, for the time being.<br/><br/>Suddenly struck by an idea, he knelt down and rifled through the pockets of the two corpses, his hands emerging with a rectangular, leather object and a smooth black item that had some kind of button on it. He was momentarily distracted by the sound of his King's laughter ("what the hell was that, anyway?"), but then returned his attention to the items in time to slip them into his own pockets just as Astaroth reached his side and transported them both.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "Abaddon, I realize this will require us to use mind manipulation, but we need someone to give us... eyedeez... no that's not how you say it... Damn this primitive language! Anyhow, I guess my trajectory was off, I was aiming to transport us to Lucifer's side... curious..." </span><br/><br/>Abaddon nodded, rifling through the leather object he'd found in the dead human's pocket. He found a card, with the man's likeness printed on it, along with various pieces of information. "This may be what you were speaking of, My King."<br/><br/><br/>Although he knew what they needed, he was unclear on how to get it- searching for a clue, he began scanning their surroundings. He could see many strange things, including a large number of metal boxes on wheels that seemed to be moving around of their own accord. "Perhaps one of those creatures will provide us with some information," he thought out loud as he zeroed in on one nearby that was on its own.<br/><br/>He leapt down from the building, landing lightly on his feet next to the box, which he immediately realized was no creature, but rather a vehicle of some sort. The human sitting down inside stared at him with eyes wide and fearful.<br/><br/>"What the-"<br/><br/>"Tell me where I can get one of these," Abaddon said abruptly, holding out the card.<br/><br/>"Huh? A driver's license? You kidding me?"<br/><br/>Abaddon moved closer to the window, his anger already threatening to break free. "Tell me."<br/><br/>The stranger's face paled slightly and he scratched his head nervously, his eyes darting around, staring out of the windows on either side of him. Abaddon smiled, recognizing the behavior of prey that believed it may have been cornered. "You… you get it at the DMV."<br/><br/>"You will take us there."<br/><br/>The man, in light of his apparently outrageous request, appeared to discover some courage within himself. He drew himself up in his seat and offered a snort of indignation. "Yeah, right! Like I'm your damn chauffeur. Get lost, pal."<br/><br/>Abaddon placed a hand on the side of the car, and calmly lifted it into the air so that the man had to hold onto the door near his window to keep  from falling right out of it.  "Aghhhh!" he screamed, staring down at Abaddon with mingled horror and disbelief written across his face.<br/><br/>"You will take us there," Abaddon repeated, his tone still perfectly even, his arm unmoving as it balanced the weight of the car.<br/><br/>"Y-yeah, sure thing, man! Anything you want! Just put the car down! Please!"<br/><br/>Abaddon set the vehicle back down (hearing the occupant within breath an enormous sigh of relief) and looked around for Astaroth, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in a faint smile.<br/><br/>"Din circhin awitaan."<span style="vertical-align: super;">1</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>1. The chariot awaits.