"Abbaddon won't hurt him him." Michael says.<br/><br/>The angel on the other hand has a few questions. "Me? Are you serious? You had to have misheard him Michael." There is no way in all the three worlds that he was the best choice for the peace treaty he gets up, walking over toward Michael. Desperately he tries to think of the next closet name to his own. "Arziel? Amenodiel? Asmodai? Alexial?" He tries almost desperately.<br/><br/>"Yeah I thought so too, at first. I confirned it was you Abbaddon. Twice. With your full title. Father wants you to marry Kane and I have to say it isn't a bad idea." He says.<br/><br/>"What?" Abbaddon says. "I kill things for Father. That's what I do. I don't know how to be married!"<br/><br/>Michael holds up his hand. "Isn't that a problem in and of itself Abbaddon? Do you really think all Father wants for you in this life is bloodshed? The war is over Abbaddon. No more killing. This gives you purpose. Plus, there will be those that oppose this treaty. We need our strongest at the front. Kane is under your protection now, 'no kill' number one. Marriage in three days. Confirm?" Michael says, demanding Addaddon recognize the order.<br/><br/>"Confirm." Abbaddon says. For he would never question the will of their Father. If this is what was asked of him. This is what he shall do. He rubs the back of his neck though... this is not how he thought today would go at all.