Abaddon wandered alone amid the remnants of the chapel, the demon's once mighty presence now reduced to a whisper of its former power. Cast out of Hell, he was a shadow amongst the ruins, his eyes glowing with a malevolent fire. "I will rise again," Abaddon vowed to the silent night, his voice echoing through the desolation.

In the heart of the forest, Abaddon heard the whispers of his former minions, faint but insistent. They spoke of Maria, the demon hunter who had banished him from Hell. Her name was a lance that pierced his pride, igniting a burning desire for vengeance. "Maria," he hissed, his claws carving grooves into the earth. "You will pay for your treachery."

Maria, a warrior of unmatched skill, stood poised at the gate, her eyes scanning the darkness. Her long cloak billowed behind her, and her sword gleamed with an ethereal light. "I know you're here, Abaddon," Maria called out, her voice steady and unwavering. Abaddon emerged from the shadows, his form towering and menacing. "You have grown bold, hunter, but your courage will be your undoing," he declared, his voice a rumble of thunder.

Maria felt the weight of prophecy upon her shoulders, the words of the ancients whispering in her mind. The fate of the world hung in the balance. "You were destined to fall, Abaddon," she said, raising her sword high. "But I will ensure you never rise again." Abaddon snarled, his eyes blazing with fury. "Destiny is a lie told by the weak," he roared, lunging forward with all his might.

The battle was fierce, the ground trembling beneath their feet. Abaddon fought with the desperation of one who had nothing left to lose, while Maria wielded her blade with the precision of a seasoned warrior. "You will not defeat me," Abaddon growled, summoning all his dark power. "This is your end, demon," Maria replied, her eyes alight with determination.

Maria stood victorious, her breath coming in steady gasps. Around her, the remnants of Abaddon's essence faded into nothingness, his reign of terror finally ended. "Rest now," she whispered to the night, her heart heavy with both triumph and sorrow. The prophecy had been fulfilled, and the world was safe once more, though the cost would linger in Maria's heart forever.