Andras crossed the busy street and turned a few heads, but only because of his good looks. No one noticed the large hell hound by his side, invisible to the mortal eye unless you were the giant wolf's target. Donatien, the wolf, in his full form was as large as a bear but because he was from hell came with his own set of powers, able to shape shift his size to fit into whatever environment was there. Andras enjoyed this feature, it was handy for traveling. The wolf's name, Donatien, gave away a great deal about Andras' past if someone knew their history really well but luckily not many did.
He arrived at Ate's apartment and wore a black leather jacket and dark jeans. To get Andras' interest was hard. Once you had it, to keep it was even more difficult. But he had a soft spot for D and he couldn't turn down the chance for the wolf to get some munchies. Andras wasn't like other demons. He didn't kill for sport, everything he did was with purpose. But that didn't mean his pet should suffer.
He rang the bell and waited as Donatien wagged his tail.