Abaddon actually managed to recover rather quickly once his body realized that he was falling.
In a fraction of a second, he stopped himself, as well as all of the debris around him.
Time slowly rewound, rebuilding his castle as if nothing had ever happened to it. The entire incident was over in just a few seconds. And yet, Abaddon's body still showed signs of stress.
His clothes were shredded. Plate-like black scales covered his legs in their entirety, while his feet had extended into the three-toed claws of a dragon.
His wings had burst out of his back at some point, four on the left and right sides of his body. They even seemed to have grown a bit.
His hair was still its unsettled, stark white and deep black. Something that only ever happened when he was feeling a little... chaotic in essence.
Either the world was out of balance (It was) or he was about to have the mother of all inconveniences dropped right into his fucking lap. (He was.)
