"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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*Surrey, England - July 19th, 1693*
Abigael spent the year in isolation, time to grieve her Mother's untimely death. Then her anniversary of her Death. Her death was nothing natural about it, it was barbaric, and awful to witness. But in time, Abiagel will get her revenge on those who did her wrong, and they will pay tremendously.
Pauline hoveled back to the Grand Coven, and tried everything in their power to break the spell Abigael had placed onto her, but they had no luck. The High Priestess decided to remain strong in her position, and banished Pauline from the coven, never to return. She was merely mortal, and would die as one. It was the only joy that Abigael felt at this moment in time.
Abigael flicked through her Grimoire, she had seen it throughout her life, and was only allowed to read it with her mother's permission, and while she was with her. But now that she wasn't here, she had the freedom to read all she wanted. Over the year, she has learnt the many spells concealed within, but there are many, many more that she is yet to discover. She flicked to the next tender page, finding a small necklace laced in-between the pages. It was her Mother's, that was for sure, but she had passed this page before, so where in the hell did the necklace come from. At the end of its silver metal chain it held a Rose Quartz. When Abigael was ill, her mother would swing the necklace along her body, saying that 'it would heal her, if she believed'. She was a girl at the time, only hearing stories of Witches and the supernatural world. But even then she believed with all of her heart. Abigael gripped the chain, and pulled it in front of her, seeing the swinging crystal glisten in the candle light. It was a reminder that her Mother wasn't gone, she would be a part of her.
However, the burning passion of rage, anger, and revenge had already planted its seed. The darkness in her heart had already grown, snuffing out the light that had once filled her veins. Abigael shook her head swiftly, not forgetting or forgiving those who hurt her.
"Knock, knock," a deep English male voice rang freely throughout her home, making her jump up from her seated position, and cock her head around to the door. She sees a man, young, brown hair, and blue eyes. "What a sight," a smile curled up on his lips, but Abigael sensed that he wasn't human. She couldn't describe the feeling she was getting, but she knew for certain he wasn't human.
"Leave," she growled lowly, extending her right hand out, and fire sprouted from her palm. A power she gained in the past year. But still didn't have a clue how she got it. A fire spell was just that, a spell, this seemed more of an ability. "Before I burn you alive," her voice turned dark knowing that she would do what she threatened.
"Tis adorable," he remarks, finding the threat empty. "But you wilt not," he crushes his hand into a fist and the fire in her palm extinguished, snuffed out before she could say anything.
"Who are thee?" Abigael lowered her hand back down to her side.
"Azazel," he spoke with a toothy grin but his eyes turned bright yellow, trying to instill fear. "A Demon. At your service," his eyes slowly returned back to their blue color.
