(Song: Waiting for Love)
(Drake)
As Drake ran and ran home, he struggled not to cry.
Why?... Why?... Why?... Why?... Why?... Why?... Why?... Why?... Why?! Drake thought in a cycle of despair.
Alter couldn't say anything as he was pulled along forcibly by Drake's SOUL.

(Andrew)
Andrew tried his best to follow behind Drake, bobbing and weaving between people and ducking into alleyways. For a big, fat guy, Drake was surprisingly fast, though Andrew should've known that by this point.
Drake, what the frick is wrong? Andrew thought sadly.

(Andrew and Drake)
Before Drake reached a destination, the twosome ran for quite a bit. For landmarks, they ran past the school, the mall, and the bakery. Eventually, though, after reaching the large, Still Fountain in a circular area, Drake ducked into one last alleyway. He ran over to the home at the end, took the key out from under the mat, and disappeared in once the door opened. Andrew paused outside of the passage, unsure. He'd never been to Drake's house before, but Andrew shook his head.
This isn't the time for that! He thought.

(Andrew)
Andrew immediately ran down the alleyway. He was about to knock when he heard a strange voice.
"OH... YOU'RE HOME EARLY AGAIN?"
Andrew froze. It sounded a lot like Asmodeus' voice, except w/ the campiness removed. As such, it was terrifying! Andrew, curious at this, went to a window to the right, lowered himself a bit, and looked in. Inside, Andrew saw the kitchen, and it was... very much an acquired taste. The color scheme mainly focused on shades of black and red. There was no table set, the stove and fridge were black and tucked into corners to the far right, and there was no art. Drake was seated on the floor in front of a dog bowl w/... some wriggly mush in it?
The frick? Andrew asked, bewildered.
Behind Drake, there was Natas. His eyes were still closed, but he looked strangely more aloof than usual. He slowly moved over to Drake before putting his hand on Drake's broad back.
Ok, a little weird, but maybe this is just a nice little thing they do? Andrew thought.
Oh, you poor, naive SOUL... For just as soon as Andrew thought that, suddenly, Natas grabbed the back of Drake's head and slammed it down on the floor. HARD. Andrew's curiosity turned to silent horror.
"What the...?"
After that, Natas took off his mask and opened his eyes. The image that Andrew saw would later be burned into his nightmares. Natas had no lips. His teeth and gums were exposed into a permanent, eldritch smile, and his eyes were black and dripping w/ bits of black leaking out. Suddenly, Natas flicked his hand, and the curtains closed! For the next while, Andrew heard something large get thrown and slammed about the kitchen w/ some pauses between! He heard cracks, moans, and grunts, and he saw everything through silhouettes. There were also hard punches, kicks, suplexes, grinding against surfaces, etc. There was even choking! At one point, Andrew saw something get put over Drake's silhouetted face. Then, he saw some liquid get poured down, and Drake gagged and moaned underneath it... Andrew watched the entire thing w/ horrified tears coming from his eyes.
I...trusted this... this creature... He thought.
All those times, Natas had been friendly. All those times, he'd politely called. All those times, he'd asked about his son's well-being. It was all an act... The worst part about all of this? Drake didn't even try and resist. Every time Natas hurt him, he simply took it. No resistance, no fighting back, no screaming, no shouting, no nothing. Drake just allowed this to happen.
Drake... I should have known something wasn't right w/ your dad, Andrew thought miserably. I'm so sorry!
Then, there was a pause.
"NOW, MY BOY," the fake father said.
Andrew couldn't help but hiss at that line. Before, he'd felt good to hear those words. Now, they angered him. Suddenly, though, Andrew noticed Drake stripping down. Then, Natas went behind Drake. Drake lifted his arms up. Then, slowly... Natas glid over Drake's body. First, Andrew was shocked at this. Then, he began to seethe w/ FURY. While Andrew could tell that Drake still had underwear on, it didn't make this any harder to watch. Natas glid his hands and raked his claws across Drake's pelt. As this kept going, Andrew's dander kept rising. Eventually, Andrew some... tongue-like sounds, and he couldn't take it anymore.
"You... son... of... a... bitch," Andrew snarled out.
He then moved over to the door and knocked...