Demon Bound

Chapter One ~ Devils Work

Because, unlike most demon, who were almost always dress in dark street clothes. Solas had a thing about being dress in fine tailored black suits. That alone was enough to make Solas stand out in a sea of untamable demon. And if that wasn't enough to make him stand out, the fact that he had blondie hair didn't help matter. Because most demons tended to dye their hair if it was anything lighter then drown. It was in a demons nature to hate anything light. But somehow, Solas had missed that part in Demon class one-o-one.

And that was probably another reason why Talon liked him enough to let him hang around.

"What do you want Solas...?" Talon growled, turning to face him.

And there was that smirk on Silas's face that Talon know would be here once his turned around. Usually Talon really didn't mind it, any other time Talon would have just ignore it. But right know, it wasn't really helping the voices inside he's mind. Voices that demanded he kill him every time he saw that smirk.

"Can't a guy just come and visit his only friend in a bleak, dark, depressing world." Solas said with a sarcastic voice, as he sat down on the chouch that sat acrossed from the chair Talon had been sitting in.

" If I even had an friends, Solas. Which I don't, nor do I want any. Know would not really be the best time for them to be around me..." Talon growled, turning and walking over to the cabnet that held another bottle of bacardi.

'Maybe this time it will work.' Thought Talon, but he highly doubted it would.

"Oh, come now Talon, don't be so depressing. And honesty, why do you even drink that awfully stuff." Solas said, getting to his feet and walking over to stand beside Talon as he took a big gulp out of the bottle.

Talon turn his head to glare at Solas, smirk once again upon his lips. But only this time, Solas had a knowing gleem on his eyes. As if he somehow understood why it was Talon even tried to get drunk. As if somehow, he know of the voices that whispered temptation into his mind. Whispers that try so hard to take control of Talon's very being.

"And again, Solas, I ask. Why are you here?" Talon growled again, taking another gulp of the firey liquid.

"Alright, alright. I beg you, do not bite my head off. I'm here because of one of your loving lower demon is causing quiet a stir as of late. And I thought I would be so nice as to inform you..." Solas said, taking a step back, raising his hands in surrender.

Talon groan as he slammed the bottle down hard onto the counter, a cracking sounded filling the room.

Trouble, that was all the lower level demon we're to him. They were always killing and harming humans when they really didn't need to. Because it always makes more work for Talon. Because he was the one who almost always had to clean up after them.

And Talon was really tried of it.

"Who...?" Talon hissed out in a low deep growl.

Even though his voice was barely above a whisper. Talon know Solas had hear him.

It really wouldn't matter if he hadn't anyway. Because Talon already had a pretty good idea of who Solas spoke of.

" Well, seeing as you probably already know who it is that I speak of.... I think there is really no need to waste my beautiful, alluring voice any more then I must." Solas said, sighing as he brushed his hair out of his face in a dramatic gesture.

"Solas..." Talon hissed, glaring as he turn to face him.

" Alright, alright. Don't get your black pantries in a twist. I'll tell you..." Solas said, taking another step back. "It was Ambrose."