"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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Like any good hunter, I scanned my environment for anything out of the ordinary. Lucky me, I found a grave with fresh dirt around it. Either someone dug up the coffin or someone crawled out. By the looks of it, someone crawled out. The tombstone read 'Clay James Thompson'. I was in the right spot. I turned my head around the graveyard to see it empty, and it would soon be sundown. I hovered my hand over the grave top, and began to concentrate. I could sense a coffin under the ground, but I wasn't getting anything else.
"Dimitte terram et suscitabo te," the incantation flew free from my mouth, and the ground shook beneath my feet. Suddenly, the ground parted, and revealed a coffin. The spell was holding back the dirt, as if I had dug a hole myself. Right from the bat, I could see that the lid was broken. With a swipe of my fingers to the right, the lid of the coffin magically opened to reveal nothing inside.
"So the dead have risen. Why did Bobby lie?" The question fell from my lips, as the lid closed once again, and the dirt that was parted to view the coffin now folded back in on itself and covered back up. The ground became smooth like it was before I touched it. My eyes turned back to the tombstone, staring at the name once again. "Going to pay little old Clay a visit," my next stop was a man who died five years ago. Maybe he could give me some insight, and to see these 'zombies' in person.
In no time I arrived at Clay's residence, night had descended upon me. As I had to do some research on where Clay lived. I just asked around and found the answers I needed. I approached the front of the house, seeing that the light was on. I swiftly knocked, and waited for someone to answer.
The door of the home swings open to reveal Clay himself. I could tell by his gray complexion, and the dark bags under his eyes. He seemed alive, but not so well.
"May I help you?" He asked politely, his eyes roamed my body for a moment, reconnecting with my gaze.
"Clay Thompson?" Though I knew it was him, I was just making sure.
"Yes. Do I know you?" He asked, coming out of his house and stepping outside, closing the door behind him.
"The Clay Thompson who's been dead for five years, and came back to life?" I flashed my eyebrows up at him, as his expression dropped.
"Yes... Look I don't know how-" I raised my hand up, and twisting my hand to the side in one graceful move. Clay froze in place, as if he turned into a statue. At least I know my magic worked on the walking dead. In my left hand, a small black cloud of smoke formed before quickly dispersing and leaving a knife in my hand. I came forward, and pulled his left arm out, and brought the knife to his forearm. I sliced through the skin, and blood rushed to the surface and began to flow with gravity. With the surface of the knife, I swept up the blood. Allowing it to float on the surface of the now stained blade.
"Hoc sanguini offero, veritatem occultam ostende mihi," the spell came easy, and I didn't miss a beat as I stared at the blood on the blade. Suddenly, the blood began to wiggle and move, but then began to bubble. Just then, the surface of the blade with the blood on set aflame. As I groaned, and inhaled before blowing out softly onto the flame - which went out. "Great," I let go of the knife and it covered it black smoke, as it was sent away. The cut on Clay's forearm healed up quickly and the blood vanished.
