Asim smirked as he pulled his latest kill into Madam red’s shop. Where the succubi had gone, he had no idea. He had also been away for a while. While the demon hound had gone back to Egypt to relax in the hot sand. While things had changed so very much since he had been there it was still nice to walk shirtless and barefoot in the sand. To enjoy the sun and the miles away from human kind. In Egypt he was treated like a god, called Anubis and given offerings and praise so that their loved ones could well taken care of in the next life. Unlike here and now in London. A dog without a leash or master to keep him under control. Running wild and doing whatever he pleased.
His newest kill was like the rest, a prostitute. Someone that wouldn’t be missed. Her soul had already become his meal but unlike other demons. The hound had taken too eating some of the meat. Smirking as he hid the body in a back room. Ready to go hunt again. Luckily the night was still young and there were many humans running about….. and a few reapers. It wasn’t too hard to keep away from them as long as he kept to the back streets.
Slipping out the front door Asim would make his way out of the street lamps and into a back alley. Flicking his tail slowly he would make his way to where he thought his next meal would be found.
════‣Ｍinutes after the hound skittered out of the door, a heavy scent of rosewater and sulphur poured into the old shop. Smoke lingered along the old floorboards, stirring dust as it skirted past. It did not take long for a frame of scarlet emerged from the haze. Dim street lights glimmering over a flash of maroon scales before those wings flared into the encompassing space and gave a few casual flaps. The smoke rushed to the sides of the room, poor visibility being chased away with the action.
Ａngelina folded those wings along her sides, claws hooking together along her waist and layers of the wings merging into the many folds of her scarlet dress. Those ruby eyes drifted to the side, inspecting the room with interest. The fresh stench of a familiar demon lingered here, and, it did not surprise Anne to find Asim still lurking in the cold corners of London. It was the scent of a mortal that drew her attention. The woman narrowed her eyes slowly, heels knocking off the floor as she advanced on the smell. A door was yanked open, and her eyes dilated upon the filthy corpse sinking up the old supply closet.
“Ｉsee you haven’t changed a bit, Asim.” Angelina said to her self with an unpleasant hiss in the back of her throat. With ruby eyes that burned in the darkness she slipped out of the shop, and proceeded to track the Egyptian hound. ╳