"Aren't we all Damaged?"
Being a Hybrid has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages. Abigael had been on both ends of those sticks, she's been on them for a while. But there was a fraction in the Demon world that would want her dead and another...
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A few weeks passed since the demon problem, and it seemed quiet on the front, but I was always on the move, and kept a hex bag with me all the time - which was created by yours truly. But my curiosity only grew with the passing days, though it wasn't anything new to me. Being hunted down, I'm a unique individual with a lot of raw power inside, and the sass to go with it. However, I managed to subdue a female demon who was hunting for me, call it luck or a simple demon locator spell, either way she was currently tied up.
I stood in an abandoned barn, miles from anywhere, and from anyone hearing what I would be doing in here. A female demon was bound to a wooden chair, which was centered in a circle of salt, making her demonic powers null and void as I spelled the circle.
"So, how about it, demon bitch? Time to spill?" I announced, as she was bleeding from the nose, had a cut on her lips, and looked worse for wear.
"Go to hell," she managed to say, before spitting a mouthful of blood in my direction, and it hit my black leather jacket, just on my sleeve. I should have put more clothing on but the environment was damp, and I wasn't staying long. So what I was wearing had to do; which consisted of a black shirt, some tight dark blue jeans, and some combat boots. I raised my eyebrows to her, as she had spun, but lucky for her, I took a few steps closer to the outer bound of the salt circle, and leaned my body over slightly, and stared deep into the blue eyes of the woman sitting before me.
"I could put my hand on your head and yank it out of your consciousness, but that's such an unsporting way to treat a demon," my voice was deadly serious, as I could simply put my hand on her head and gather the information I needed, but it would hurt a lot. "But now, I'm considering it," I stood back up straight, and took a few steps back, before flourishing my hand up, and keeping it in the air, in a claw-like shape. Suddenly, the circle of salt, set aflame going around in the circle and connecting back around, it was currently on low heat, but the demon inside began to shudder, and scream as loud as she could, due to the pain she was induced. "One last chance," I closed my hand into a fist, stopping the pain being inflicted onto the demon. She was left panting, and the blood ran freely from her nose. But she remained quiet, so I released my fingers back, and she started to scream again, it rang sweetly through my ears.
"Stop! Stop! I'll tell you!" She managed to speak through the agonizing screams. I lowered my hand, the spell cutting off, as she relaxed against the chair. She exhaled a few deep breaths, before raising her gaze up to look at me. "There's fractions in Hell who heard stories about you, an abomination and if they get you on their side, you would be able to turn Hell on the others, and they would all fall in line," she states through breaths, as she was catching it back.
"Nice to feel wanted," I remarked. "But there's something else you're not telling me," demons always had information inside their little heads, and this seemed to worry the demon. She remained silent, so I raised my hand back up to its claw shape.
"Wait! Wait!" She yells, stopping me from acting the spell once again. "There's a rumor going around that Dean Winchester got out of the pit," she announces, looking ever so terrified about it.
