Abaddon isn’t called The Devourer for nothing. He hungers, not for food but for the essence of life, stored in the fragile vessels that are human bodies.
It’s an insatiable need; no matter how many people he drains of life, he still craves more. Each person his shadow touches falls victim to his hunger, sucked dry, only empty shells remaining.
An appetite so vast can’t be sated, not by mere humans, but the one facing him now is different, bursting with life…
Abaddon drinks his fill and more, but it’s too much.
The surfeit of life brings death and defeat.