Gabe basically set Drake to doing exactly that. He was no gormet in the kitchen either but the best spice is hunger as they say and he can certsinly make simple, palatable dishes. He dumps a pile of veggies in front of Drake and seperates them into two piles. One for a sala and the other for a casserole. Then he went about preparing the meat. The company was quiet, and he enjoyed spending some real time with Drake without the deception the vampire liked to lay between them.<br/><br/>Abbaddon nodded at his husband's suggestion. He had just taken a few steps to the side when the attack came, or rather the first stage of it. All sound ceased in a moment and the lights went out. It was like being in a black void rather than a bright sunny clearing in heaven. Abbaddon was gone from sight.<br/><br/>"Looks like you survived you filthy creature. It should be no surprise that the bloody attack dog is a traitor to heaven as well. No matter. You will be dead soon." Silvgan's voice echoes through the blackness, the only sound to be heard.<br/><br/>Slivgan seemingly appears before Kane. "I can't believe the trash they let in here these days." He says. He draws a sword and slashes at Kane, but the cuts that come do not seem to have anything to do with the blade he can see.