Michael just laughed a bitm personally he thougjt it was too soon for such a party but it wasn't his decision. He had some faith that some of the angels would make some progress. He can see Gabriel excitedly talking magic theory with a few demonic sorcerers and Reake being his adorable self toward a few demons. Dercass is currently whooping one of the demon Generals at an arm wrestling contest. Those three he didn't have to worry about. He even suspected that Abbaddon might make a few demonic friends if he tried. As Kane had probably learned by now, the man was infectious. If only he could get more on board with the peace party. "Some progress some setbacks. There are always those you can rely on and those you know are going to fuck it up. Mostly I hope the animosity toward Abbaddon stays at a minimum. Tensions are high right now after Asmodai's death. Deserved mind you, but he was well respected. Abbaddon really isn't and between being dispatched to take care of that traitor and being selected for the marriage opinions of him are at an all time low." Michael says with a heavy sigh. He is worried about his friend. He hopes Abbaddon doesn't overhear anything but he knows it is inevitable. Glancing over at the same time as Kane, they will both quickly notice he isn't where they left him. "Where did he...?" Michael asks right before he spots the angel.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Belial kissed the wall hard as his knees gave out. Hardly all that damaging but it did piss him off. He whips around to lay into Iris but when he does, he encounters a rather broad uscular chest and long silver hair. He takes a step back and pales recognizing Abbaddon at once. "Well if it isn't number 12, the drunken playboy."<br/><br/>"Y-You! Uh... We-we're at peace... I-I can't still be on your list..." He says, sweating. Belial has clearly encournered the angel before.<br/><br/>"Oh of course! We are all here to make friends right? I'll make friends with you Belial..." Abbaddon says, taking his hand and pinning it above his head just like the man had done to Iris. "This is how you say hi right?" He says with a grin, looking pretty terrifying.<br/><br/>Belial jerked his hand free and bolted out of the party. Abbaddon let's him go, a snort of amusement leaving his lips. He turns and smiles much more sincerely at Iris. "Hi, I'm Abbaddon. I hope he didn't hurt you... my brother can help if he did. You are Iris right? Kane's little girl? You have his eyes." Abbaddon had noticed her, and recognised her from across the room. He is a lot sharper than most people think.