His blood dripped between his fingers, falling to the ground and dissapearing down a nearby drain in the dingy back-alley. The Demon-spawn watched it go, his mind oblivious to the pain from the cut he himself had inflicted as he concentrated on the dark-red substance's path. Even as he attained his prey's position his mind flickered with contempt, considering the situation at hand. 

Whoever had made the sacrifice which brought him here must have badly wanted his quarry dead, or worse. It wasn't a simple practice, that much was for sure, and the cost was usually far greater than one realised. Still, enough musing on his personal circumstances, there was a hunt to conclude.

Striding from the alley with the pacey walk of the average city-dweller, Azarak moved as if he owned the streets, until he was close he was only to look like a predator, certainly not easy prey. Those who usually frequented the darkness were not foolish enough to tackle him, though not a one was smart enough to say why. In smart business dress, he moved comfortably over the significant distance his blood had led him to cover. Finally, after what felt like hours, he found himself close to the near deserted intersection and his demeanour drastically changed. Gone was the high standing, eerily confident stance of a man completely assured of his own abilities. He looked more halting, his head turning rapidly to check behind him every so often, as if taken by a more reasonable paranoia. He approached the bus-stop first, his prey should have been pretty easy to spot. There, close by, the additional limbs were a dead give-away. He approached along the side-walk with his continued submissive demeanour, turning his head away for the last fifteen seconds until he was within spitting distance of the human-spider.

Still looking away he turned his body off to the right, keeping Mik on his right, provided Mik didn't instantly attack the skittish looking individual he would engage him with some subterfuge.

"Alright there pal, don't suppose you could tell me where I can find Belmont Street?"

Right on the edge of the light circle emanating from the lamppost, his left hand rose peacefully while his right subtly snuck towards the revolver at the small of his back, six shots flashing in his mind as he imagined the weapon. 

His head snapped forward to observe the freakish looking man for the first time, and he allowed shock to filter onto his face. If one was particularly observant, considering it was dark, and they weren't already alerted by his own slightly unusual appearance, they might have noticed his shocked expression lasted a little too long. It was difficult for a Demon, even in human form, to fake an expression they had never had any reason to use naturally. 

"What the hell, you've got-" With a practised and obvious suppression of his own shock, his gaze darted towards and away from the man's multiple appendages. As if attempting to remain political correct he made an obvious show of avoiding staring at his arms. "Uh, sorry, yeah, Belmont street do you, uh, know how I can get there from this stop?" He nodded over to the bus-stop, his right hand clasping the hilt of his weapon.