Reake was relieved when he saw the flames kick up around them both, he had just enough time to pick the sword of judgement up off the ground to take with him. Michael needed his blade after all. He knew the flames meant the demon was taking him along. The first sight of hell was not a pleasent one, and he had to resist the urge to extend himself and seek out Michael's energy signature. It would be a waste of resources and time and would attract far more attention than he liked.<br/><br/>"Yes." He replied simply to Kane. He drew upon his millenia of patience and seld control to tamp down his fear, panic, and anger. None of that would help Michael right now. He followed close and tried to dim himself and his presense, to stay out of sight as much as possible. He didn't want to cause any extra trouble for Kane. They needed to get to Michael as quickly as possible. He does his best to ignore the atmosphere and the landscape, keeping a close eye on anything that might attack.<br/><br/>The house is surprisingly nice considering the rest of the landscape. The pathetic demon Kane interogates makes his skin itch, but he remains quiet. He also remains as out of sight as possible. The lower planes? Is that where Michael is being held? It makes his mind race and his heart throb. He needed to get to his love. He needed to help him.