They hit the Abaddim like a firestorm. Satanachia, swinging his lance with two hands to and fro, set to clearing a wide swathe before him. Lilith’s nostrils filled with the stench of burned Abaddim. She and the Sisters widened the swathe even more. For some time they fought the many dozens of Abaddim that crossed their paths and yet it seemed to make no difference. It was, as the demons sometimes quipped, “like trying to blow out a lava field.” The odds were simply too great.
Satanachia’s spines flared and he bent to his slaughter with even more vigor, leaping into the thickest of the Abaddim and roaring with fury. The flames above his head grew until they covered his entire torso and burned to cinders anyone who came too close. He became a thing of fire and destruction. And even this was not enough.
-The Heart of Hell (page 281)

The harsh sound of weapons beating upon shields arose from the legions of Dis as they watched their champion and general stalk forward. The Chancellor General had never seen him so angered. Short bolts of lightning wavered in sinuous tendrils from within his body, sheathing him in a crackling net of energy.
-God’s Demon (page 343)