There was a brief moment of confusion on the part of Zephron as Drake explained his name and what he and Gabriel had been doing. Then it sunk in that the vampire was clearly messing with him, though the man was a near flawless liar. Had the story not been so ridiculous, the angel would have believed him.<br/><br/>Anger and irritation poured into the councilman at the realization this mortal, this sinner, had been toying with him. "This council is no joke!" He sneered. He cracks Drake across the face hard, intending it as a reprimand for the disrespectful behavior the man had shown. He doesn't think twice about putting someone he considers lessor in their place. Little did he know he would heavily regret that action.<br/><br/>~°~°~<br/><br/>Michael narrows his eyes at the confirmation from Kane. He does not like the sound of what those idiots have been up to lately. Discipline is in order. In the meantime Reake is quick to place his hands on Abbaddon's back and heal over the self inflicted injuries, purging the infection. "He is going to need rest and food." Reake insists. Michael nods, glad his friend will be alright. He trusts Kane to see to Ab.<br/><br/>Gabe's eyes practically light up at what he considers to be a suggestion from Kane. "Yes... I think I will do just that." He says. Michael whips around and grabs his arm just as the sorcerer transports to heaven, they both vanish with that same glow.<br/><br/>"Oh dear..." Reake says.<br/><br/>Up in heaven, Gabriel and Michael land just in time to see Zephron slap Drake across the face. The councilman is suddenly thrown backwards by an invisible force right into his chair. Ice forms on his from the neck down, literally freezing him in place. Gabe is by Drake's side in a heartbeat, helping to steady him and holding him.