Abbaddon didn't fight Kane as the man pulled him close. He fully expected to feel it, the burning and searing pain that was said to come with falling from grace. He didn't care though, it would hurt so much more to lose Kane. He just knew this. He clung to his husband, but the pain never came. The words reached him, both Kane's and Reake's. He sobs in relief at that, the tears falling down his face. "Thank God." He praised, not knowing what else to do.<br/><br/>Reake didn't stop Kane as the demon reached out to take hold of that twisted soul. The claws dug in and the man screamed, his form twisting back to look like his true self, but neither Kane nor Reake released him. "Ahh! Stop! Fuck!" He cried, but trying to wiggle away only caused more pain.<br/><br/>"Where is Michael!?" Reake demanded again.<br/><br/>The pain was too much and this creature weak. He gave it up quickly. "General Carthage has him! Down is hell! This angel helped us nab him! I dunno! There was this little half blood we grabbed! Made it easy to get him to surrender!"