Abbaddon had managed to clean up the house rather easily. He was a high energy person and it was not a particularly large dwelling as neither he nor Kane were all the pretentious. After that he cleaned and sharpened his weapons and trained for a bit. Then he set up lunch to cook. He whipped up a quick casserole in the kitchen which Kane likely took out of the oven because Abbaddon forgot about it.<br/><br/>He forgot about it as soon as he remembered his brother had brought his painting supplies down. He found them easily enough. He should try to paint again. He couldn't rightly encourage Kane to try the piano again if he was too scared to face his own craft. He would not be a hypocrit, and he would not allow his own cowardice to interfere with being a good husband.<br/><br/>He set up the easel and readied his pallte, lining up his tools and getting a wash bucket. He dabbed on some good colors and then went looking for a clean canvas in the bag his brother brought. Some of his older works were in there and they made him smile. Images of heaven and family, some of earth. However, as he was looking, he came across the one painting he wished he had destroyed.<br/><br/>Self portraits were often the most taxing on an artistm it was a reflection of self after all. His brother had encouraged him to paint one with rather disasterous results. The original painting was very good. A younger Abbaddon in the lower end of his teen years. His hair is shorter and he has a smile on his face. Holy light glimmered in the background and he has a blade strapped to his side. The portrait a happy, well adjusted teen would make.<br/><br/>However the painting had clearly been vandalized by someone that lacked talent while it was still wet. The wings had been smeared with red paint and someone had smeared the same color on the hands and blade. They had also added the caption 'Attack Dog'. On there