It would nit be difficult to see that Abbaddon hadn't just up and abandoned Kane. Most of his beloved knives were still in the training room, though a few and his sword were missing. Most of Abbaddon's clothes were still in the closet. Clearly the angel hadn't just left with no plan to return.<br/><br/>It also would not be difficult to track the man if one understood magical energy signatures. Abbaddon had done nothing to hide his tracks. The man had taken off on foot and made a few jumps but Kane could probably follow the magical path he left as he jumped around the world. They lamd in South LA. A little fitting given who Kane is looking for. Tracking from there is a bit difficult but Abbaddon stood out, even in LA, and people remembered him. Apparently the angel himself had been looking for someone, tracking them.<br/><br/>If Kane can follow Abbaddon's trail, it would lead him to an office building. The angel had come in a couple hours before. He'd gone up to an office on the 8th floor.<br/><br/>By the time Kane gets there... It is the scene of a massacre. Demon and angel bodies alike are strew on the ground. Mostly low level. Scorched beyond recognition or cut in half. A clear trail of destruction lead from the door toward the back. The further along Kane went, the higher ranked the dead. At the entrance to the final door is the head of one of the demon generals, cleaved clear off, his body 10 feet away.<br/><br/>Upon entering, Kane would be witness to the last of the fight. Abbaddon is pinned to the table by a blade through his shoulder, another Seraphim ontop of him. "Die demon whore!" The man hisses down at Abbaddon.<br/><br/>"Not today traitor!" Abbadon hisses. When the angel rears back to impale him, Abbaddon's hand shoots forward, ripping through the man's chest and crushing his heart. The Seraphim slumps over, dead. Abbaddon, severly wounded and covered in blood, doesn't seem to have the strength left in him to pull the blade imbedded in his shoulder and the solid wood table out. "Fuck..." He wheezes.