Down below Abbaddon was enjoying a sunny afternoon sparring with his husband. He and Kane liked to yrain with one another and more often than not these little sessions had rather dirty endings, with the winner pinning the loser and well... having the sort of fun they both enjoyed. Lose or win, everyone involved had a good time.<br/><br/>Right before things got a little too 'heated' Abbaddon felt a familiar presence land. He quickly looked around and spied Michael approaching with his blade out. The angel looked deathly serious. Ab called a pause to their training and wuped the sweat from his body before his friend and commander arrived. "Michael, what's up? Why so solemn?"<br/><br/>Of course, as soon as he fely Michael arrive, Reake, who had been speaking with Drake about his recovery, came out to see his favorite person.<br/><br/>"No good news I am afraid Abbaddon. I got new orders for you, directly from Father. For what it's worth, I'm deeply sorry." He says.<br/><br/>Abbaddon lools concerned, afraid another one of their brothers has betrayed them. "What are the orders?" He says, taking on a much more serious tone.<br/><br/>"You've been ordered to kill Kane, your husband." He delivers tonelessly.<br/><br/>Abbaddon's eyes go wide and he takes a step back as his heart beats viciously in in his chest. "What!? No! He's my Soulmate! I can feel it! There has to be a mistake!" The hunter has never been so horrified.<br/><br/>"No mistake. Orders were direct." Michael says firmly.