Milo wasn’t a fan of being ordered to show up or do much of anything. He usually oversaw some of the larger churches in the area and tended to stick to look over the human flock and their problems. He had also been asked to the front lines in the war and had been known for having somewhere between a stoic and a surly personality. Strikingly beautiful like most angels of his rank yet pulling a smile from him seemed impossible and it was generally easier for him to show displeasure in a situation. His realm of power also had to do with stone and stonework which probably didn’t help the gossip and jokes about him being more statue than person.<br/><br/>Milo had bleach blond hair and a gray tint to his eyes and he moved closer when Abbaddon finally noticed him. Kane actually recognized him right away as the angel looking after his son and keeping him out of trouble, for the most part. “Milo?” He paused seeing that their training wasn’t going to get started now that the man had arrived. Milo moved with a firm grace as he finally spoke up, “Your presents had been requested by the angelic council.” He was looking at Ab as he said the words but Kane couldn’t help the cold shiver that ran down his spine at the mention. This... this was how it all started. Called before the court to plead his case and being told his life was going to change course forever. What would stop the council from taking it all back? Changing their mind about the treaty? Especially seeing a demon romp through Heaven’s gates and inflict violence on their own kind. In a way he couldn’t blame him but still every muscle in his body was tense with nerves.