
It had taken him all of an hour to find the younger brother. Sallos shivered pulling his coat around him. London was always so cold and wet. After scouring several bars and a few of Drake's other haunts he had found a nice little witch who had been more than happy to divulge Drake's whereabouts. Turns out he'd bagged himself a chick and was busy at her place doing whatever it was Drake did to girls before he killed them. Sallos smiled and shook his head. Let's just hope Drake's more forthcoming than his brother was.
He walked up the darkened driveway and immediately saw the naked Conglacio in the kitchen. Raiding her fridge already Drake, some things never will change. He walked up to the window and tapped the glass, scaring the demon into a little jump. Sallos smirked and motioned to the door, Drake nodded in understanding.
By the time it took Drake to find the door and open it he had also managed to find a towel and wrap it around himself, and for that Sallos was most thankful. He didn't need to end his day talking to a naked Drake. Although, he mused, if he tells me where Casha is I'll let him do a fucking little jig hell, I'll even join in.
"This better be good Sal, I'm kinda busy." Drake growled as Sallos pushed past him.
"I bet you are. I won't keep you long." He sneered.
Drake smirked at him. "I bet you won't. What are you doing topside this late anyways? Shouldn't you be home playing house?"
"Don't even go there, Drake, I'm really not in the mood." He laughed. "You know how many times I've said that today?"
"Not really, why the hell am I supposed to care if you can't get it up Sal."
Sallos ignored him, and carried on. "I'm looking for the Prince."
"D? I'm not his keeper, go see him. I'm not really in his good books right now ... he doesn't want to see me for a few weeks. Why do you want him?"
"The other prince Drake, Cassiel ... where is he?" He questioned the semi naked demon.
"Casha? How the hell should I know ... didn't he go crazy?"
"You tell me."
Drake shook his head. "Can't mate, haven't seen him in years. You mean that you're out here looking for him, at this time?" Unfortunately.
"I'm looking for Faris, at this time of night."
"What makes you think she's with him?"
"Where else would she go?"
The Conglacio shrugged. "I dunno, shopping? Faris liked to do that ... what about Baster? You seen her recently?"
"Not for a while." I really am not going there with you, tonight.
"Really? Cuz last I heard you two were real tight in the..."
"This isn't a social call, Drake." Sallos cut him off as he turned from the other demon. "If I want to brag about fucking the Succubi I'll do it on my own time, and not when I'm on the job."
Drake held his hands up a little, "Ooh, it got messy didn't it? What happened, she find out how small your dick really is?"
He never saw the hand that hit him. Sallos watched contentedly as the Conglacio flew across the room and dented the wall, his towel flying off in a different direction. Fucking prick. Sallos smiled down at the demon, trying not to show his discomfort at having nearly broken his hand on Drakes thick skull.
"You know Drake, that made me feel so much better. Stand back up and I'll hit you again." He said flexing his aching hand his grin turned into more of a ghastly grimace.
Drake laughed from his place on the floor. "Yeah, sure ... cuz your hand's not just as sore as my face, right now. Can I stand back up and get my towel or are you gonna hit me back down?"
Sallos shrugged. "Depends, are you going to answer my question?"