The gleam was exciting since Kane liked to feel what his body could do in combat. “Hell first. I need to get the weapons before I can use them.” He added thoughtfully. “Hold still.” With those those words Abbaddon would see flames kick up off the ground and surround them but the fire, while feeling warm, didn’t burn anything and didn’t hurt him. The flames engulfed them in full and then died down he was suddenly in a new place that he would recognize as Hell. The atmosphere was warm and a little bit oppressive, but it would be for any angel. They were sitting on a double bed that had dark sheets and was made up but didn’t look slept in. Looking around the room the place felt very dark Victorian with dark wood and decor but the room was pretty impersonal. There were no pictures and even the books looked like generic encyclopedias or something of the sort. Kane walked over to the. Table where he had what looked like the pieces of a gun and some blades with no handles laid out like a make shift workstation. “Welcome to my room. We shouldn’t be here long.” He added glancing around he moved to open the armoir. Normally that would be filled with clothes and there were a few formal and ceremonial outfits stuffed to the side but the rest was filled to the gills with all sorts of guns and weaponry from different ages and eras.<br/><br/>“They should all be safe to handle but don’t point them at anyone just in case.” He said motioned Abbaddon over. He opened up the window and outside there was a view of an expanse of land that had some targets set up. Seemed Kane didn’t even have to leave his room to test the things. “Let me know if you need any instruction. I know you’re well versed in blades and I only have a few of those.” He admitted glancing to his small hoard that looked a little much for the small space.