Haunted Wood Hosts of the Air

It grows on you. He offered as reassuringly as he could. I may as well be called 'Doom', but, once you cross over you are your own man. Call yourself whatever you want. Once the boy accepted his offer, the pale prince of nothing smiled and got up from his perch. Ready to depart before anyone came along to disrupt them now. 

Come on, let's get out of here. The boy was eager, the quick answer was proof enough to that. Abaddon waited only long enough for the brat to get up and start moving, and just as he did, the man was off again - with a new companion yet again. How long would this one last for? Would their blood ties make their bond stronger or would he fade like all the rest?