The question was the obvious one as shadows seemed to shift and creep into the space. The figure seemed to hesitate and the words he spoke next sounded robotic, as if pre-recorded or autotuned "I left him." But they didn't sound right in his mouth as if the story was rewritten post fact. His voice went back to normal as he spoke "I wanted a more normal life and I was getting better. Less episodes. We took a job where I was to lure in a mafia bosses son. Easy money. But I fucked it up and wanted him to stay. It all went downhill from there." The room finally shifted into a replay of a memory as it changed into a hotel room. Kane stepped through the door looking a touch younger but not much and seeing the bed where the figure of Drake was hunched over covered in blood, he looked shell shocked as what one might presume was the mafia son lay dead in bed beside him. The blood was everywhere and coated Drake's hands as Kane said "well look what you have done. This was supposed to be clean and not a blood bath." To which Drake turned and started yelling that the demon was at fault that he must have drugged him. Kane gave as good as he got telling Drake he was sick in the head and needed to get that fixed.<br/><br/>It devolved and the room had the tint of rags but it ended with Drake saying he needed to get away that he couldn't do this anymore. The feeling of betryal was real for Kane since they had always been together but Drake threw back that since Eden showed up there has been no together. This led to Kane saying that if Drake was less of a fucked up whore than he could find someone too.<br/><br/>All on all the scene was am emotional mess for them both and felt like neither had been in the right but the thing that would be obvious to Reake and clearly missed by the memory of Kane was just how much pain Drake had been in and the demon failed to register it. The memory cut off there as the vision seemed to splinter and shatter at the seems with the blood covered version of Drake pretty much in the nude still left. "after all, no good things last." Those were words the angel had heard from Kane himself like an inner mantra.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>The wicked grin on the demons lips should have given it away, "it goes inside you. Under the underwear and up your ass too keep it nice, snug, stretched, and horny." He winked at Ab. "It's an amazing surprise bonus. When Kane moves to rip your clothes off he gets a peak at that and will have to try not to cum right then. Picture it! You can picture his ass with one of these just bending over in a tease knowing he is wearing it for you. Tempting?"