Lucifer's Grandson .

Drake Colt .

A name respected from all the hell creatures. A grandson of the Fallen . A figure of fear.

1895. February 21. Journal

After a whole village was slaughtered , theres was a man standing with a vicious smile . A figure of black smoke with dark red eyes came closer to him slowly , getting its fangs and claws hidden, smirking demonicly with a notes of satisfaction whispering..

"It is done ..Master . You can collect "

The demon disappeared in a single touch of his master's hand . Drake took his step to the bodies in front of him, raised his hands and walked around every corpse , collecting the soul out of it with a few magic words.. 'from ashes to ashes , from your body to my collection ' .

Leaving hundred human bodies , burning buildings, a complete horror he left ,walking to the woods in this dark night , slowly dissapperaring in the shadows. He was then last seen on earth .

1999. May 15. Then .

The evil was on his way to a bar in a place known as New Orleans .

Driving his impalla 69' on the highway. Speeding a lot more than he had to he was asked to pull over by a cop.

The Police officer walked to the car after getting out of his. Making a sign with his hand he offered the man to pull the Windows down.

-After pulling them down slowly looking at the cop he thought 'What would this guy want now..'

-"Officer Malone. License and registration , Please."

-"Second officer.." pretending to search for them. "Aah crap, I forgot to Take em"

-"Sir, May you step out the vehicle?" he stepped back pulling out a notebook or kind of.

-"And why would I do that?" mr. Colt said gazing out his window thinking this guy would be a clean kill.. Without no one noticing.

-"Sir... Step out the vehicle now!" the cop landed his hand slightly on his gun, being ready to pull it.

-Drake saw how the officer reacted and his hand on the gun.Smiling wide at him followed with an evil grin. "I highly reccomend you, taking your hand away from the gun." he said in a demanding voice.

The cop stepped backwards again thinking the guy in the car was armed. Pulling out his gun, pointing at his direction.

A second before the Police man reached for the radiostation to call for back up, a slight touch on his back interrupted him. IT was Ramsay. The demon Pet of mr.Colt. The thing grinned at him and openned his Red eyes, growling hungrily.

"Good evening.." the demon said and slit his throat right a second after.

Drake laughed evilly and putted on his Black glasses, reving the car loud. "Good job boy.."

-"Pleasure was all mine" the demon spoked and dissappeared in the hands of his master as the car drove away to the bar.

Parking the car mr. Colt looked around if someone was following him and then got out of it. Already a dark night outside, he was in need of Bourbon. The wind ran through his Black hair. Closing the door and got inside the bar walking straight to the bartender taking a sit there he ordered. "Bourbon, double, clean." He gazed away from the bartender for a moment.

-"On the way.." the bartender replied and made his way to prepare it. Meanwhile Drake was checking the bar for trouble or troublemakers.. His night was Just about to begin.