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Drake was in his office when his bird flew in and told him of Michaelis' escape from his room- several hours after the fact. Had he not been so very angry, he would have applauded the younger demon's spirit. However, considering that his plans had been thwarted and he was now trying to figure out another way to get what he wanted, Drake was seriously less than amused by this new turn of events.
Exactly where did Michaelis think he was going to go? No one new to Drake's mansion could ever hope to find their way out; it was designed to be confusing. That way, if any servants got the not so bright idea of attempting to run off in the early days of coming to work here, they'd never manage it. The ones who had been here long enough to escape had already had their spirits twisted and broken enough that if they even suspected someone was going to run away, they'd tell their master immediately. They knew what would happen if they didn't tell him, after all.
Extremely put out, Drake began the tiresome task of searching his entire mansion room by room- and the longer it took, the more irritated and angry he became. It took him hours to find the crimson-eyed demon inside- and Michaelis was actually close to an exit, something else that annoyed Drake even more. The last thing he wanted right now was for Michaelis' Master to learn what he'd done and seek revenge.
Considering the mood he was in, it was hardly surprising when he flung the door open to the room where Michaelis was in, a dangerous look in Drake's eyes as he glared silently at the smaller male. His anger might have lessened had Michaelis looked even the slightest bit remorseful; instead, those crimson eyes were filled with defiance, anger, and determination. Clearly, he was most definitely not sorry in the least.
Sebastian was a tiny bit unnerved at the look on Drake's face; he didn't look entirely sane right now. Demons walked a very fine line between sanity and insanity and it appeared that his captor had crossed that threshold. That realization made him a little more afraid, rather than any threat of injury or anything that Drake might say. A demon who'd lost it was extremely dangerous.
Pressed against the far wall, he watched as the older demon stalked towards him; there was no mistaking the predator stalking towards a prey look that he held. Right now, Sebastian would happily jump through a window to get away from Drake; since there were none in this room, he leapt, attempting to get to the ceiling so he could escape.
He failed miserably, though, feeling the hard grab of his ankles by firm fingers, right before he was flung to the floor. Landing hard, he gasped in pain, looking up at the glowering figure above him. Crimson eyes widened; the intent look of bloodlust could not be mistaken. Sebastian knew for certain then that Drake had truly lost it. Trying to back away, he was grabbed by his shirt collar and yanked to his feet, dangling from the much taller demon's grip.
Drake's lips curved into a cold smile at the fear he now saw in Michaelis, gazing into his eyes before he raised his free hand, bringing it back to strike. The resulting slap across Sebastian's face echoed in the otherwise silent room, blood trickling down his cheek from the ring on Drake's hand.
Hearing no sound from the other demon, not even a whimper, Drake slapped Michaelis again and again; bright spots of color appeared on the younger demon's face that would bruise beautifully- if he lived through this. Soon he tired of it, flinging Michaelis back to the floor and standing over him, kicking him hard in the back. That gained Drake a gasp of pain, pleased that Michaelis finally made some sort of sound, and as such, he raised his foot and kicked again, this time connecting with his victim's head.
Michaelis actually saw spots after that kick; his vision was blurred and when he raised a shaking hand, he touched a sticky liquid running down the left side of his face. Bringing the fingers to wear he could vaguely see them, he realized it was his blood. He had no time to respond or move, however, as he forced from the ground by his arm, flinching and lashing out, catching Drake across the face with his nails.
