Silas glared at the pocket watch in his hand, as though it would change the readings he was getting from it. No such luck, of course. He'd helped Father Roderick design the silly thing, anyway- he'd be surprised if it wasn't working properly. Which was part of the problem, of course- so much demonic activity in one city was not a good sign. He glanced over at Kazfiel and Sraosha- or at least, where he knew they were- sitting in front of the cafe. He couldn't see where they were with his naked eyes, phased into Purgatorio as they were, but he could sense their presence. It was small comfort, knowing how much demonic activity was in this place.

He looked back up at the building that the building that the pocket watch was directing him toward- most of the demonic energy readings were congregating there, which could mean one of two things. One, that there were an absurd amount of demons on that roof- unlikely, or he'd be able to feel them killing each other even now- or that there was a very powerful demon there. Or two of middling to high power. Either way, it was troubling. As was everything about this city. He sighed, standing up, fishing out some cash for the coffee he'd ordered, and gesturing to Kazfiel and Sraosha subtly as he walked across the street to an alleyway. He paid the rain no heed as he walked, except to malign the lack of useable light because of it. This next part would be easier if he had something to play with.

As he entered the alleyway, he gestured, a golden magic circle appearing in the air in front of him, a gateway to Purgatorio. He walked through, breathing deeply as he entered the parallel realm, smiling at his "wolves" as he looked upon them in their full glory, stroking Kazfiel's fiery mane, and feeling the pleasant crackle in the air from Sraosha's lightning aura- both of which would be significantly less pleasant to whatever was waiting for him on top of the building. He walked back out into the street, heedless of any traffic or pedestrians- they couldn't hurt him here.

It was still raining, though. Even jumping to a parallel world couldn't fix that. 

As he walked up the street, he trained his eyes on the building ahead. It was faint, but there was definitely someone up there- two someones, by the look of things. And if the pocket watch was right... Not wanting to be caught off guard, he called one of Pleiades' facets to him, the blade gleaming in the half-light. He took aim at the corner of the building, only wanting a warning shot- something to get their attention. He focused his aim briefly, then fired, the blade travelling extremely rapidly, embedding itself in the masonry just below the pair's feet. That ought to elicit some kind of reaction...