Sex-Toy(s)

Abbadon's hand snuck itself between Amitiel's pelvis and her underwear and started playing with the contents inside.

"Would you look at that," Abbadon murmured into her ear. "You're a dirty angel, aren't you? Making such a mess." She pulled out her and showed her just how slick her fingers had become. "I think I know how to make it even messier."

Abbadon's eyes flicked over to her night-stand, nudging Amitiel to do the same.

While the rest of the room was clean, her vanity lacked a lot of the things they would usually have. Sure there was still a mirror and cabinets and a chair, but whereas other beings who cared about their personal appearance would have make-up or perfume at the desk, on Abbadon's desk there was a bright-red silicone mock-up of a male penis, standing erect thanks to a suction-cup that kept it up-right. There were also other objects of differing shapes and sizes that were vaguely phallic in appearance, as well as a ball-gag, a string with beads and a loop at the end, even a few unopened condom packages.

These objects weren't just laid-out out of carelessness either, as the top cabinet wouldn't close, being filled to the brim with every other totem to lust and debauchery Abbadon kept in her room. Amitiel knew that because Abbadon had used most of them on her whenever she was over.

When Amitiel had to return to Heaven the first time around, Abbadon had bought her a brand-new bright-pink vibrator as a fair-well gift.

"In case you needed 'me' time," she said.

Amitiel regretfully had to decline. Personal property was heavily regulated resource for the Lord's Armies. Something about fostering charity and selflessness by ensuring faith beyond material things. Being the Lord's pilgrim into the bitter bowels of Hell, she would assuredly be searched at the gates of Heaven for anything "nasty" that could have latched onto her. The angel had to make do with her fingers, having developed an addiction to masturbation after Abbadon taught her how to do it.