Survivor's Guilt

I (Are You Misunderstood?)

Spencer broke every traffic law in existence to make it down to Swampscott. His anger boiling underneath his skin. Dev had given him his word promised that Kaitie would be off limits. She was on the hook for murder, even if Johnny somehow got her off the accusation would hang like a noose above her head. He'd been attempting to reach her every call going straight to voicemail. He whips into the driveway of Kaitie's childhood home his body finally telling him to calm down.

The memories of the past crashed into him with very little warning. Images of a hooded figure knocking on the door, his parents answering the door, the dark chuckle that chilled his blood. He shook his head in an attempt to clear the screams from his mind. He focuses on the end of the memory of holding on to his best friend tightly. Kaitlynn had been his rock, his anchor to his humanity while Dev occupied his body. His eyes drift over to the porch where Johnny Keller leans against the railing. Spencer doesn't wait a moment longer. He gets out walking briskly up the path. His hand brushes against the doorknob before getting pulled back.

"What the fuck Johnny?!" He demands. "Let me see her!"

"Not in your current state, hotshot." Johnny yanks him away from the door. "We are going to talk out here while the good father is with Kaitie."

"I thought Josiah was in Chicago?" Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"I had one of my guys bring him here after I found out Kaitie was possessed." He runs a hand through his hair.

It was no surprise to him that Johnny had climbed the ranks in Hell in such a short amount of time. He was tied to the Surviving Twenty-Eight, the ones responsible for the deaths of two Princes of Hell. Spencer had a sinking feeling this wasn't over. He remembered his own interrogation with Detective Christian. The one who killed his parents radiated anger, and bloodlust, and took pleasure in their screams. The detective had looked at him with concern, those were adjectives a nine-year-old shouldn't hold in their vocabulary.

"How is this possible?"

"In Oshkosh, the dagger for Leviathan got knocked outside the barrier. Kaitie picked it up and killed him. She interfered with a demon deal Spence. There are consequences for interfering with demon deals." Johnny replied.

His memories of Oshkosh, Wisconsin were hazy. There had to be a reason for that. He knew the tether between him and his soul had been weak. Kaitlynn had come up with a clever plan. Dev had taken care of Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust. The pain was all his mind could recall from that night. He also remembered Kaitie begging him to hold on.

"I could have sworn Kaitie mentioned Dev telling her she was in the clear." He glanced at Johnny.

"Your first mistake is believing the word of a Prince of Hell. The terms were your parents' killer dies at your hands no one else's." Johnny says firmly.

"Kaitie's soul was never on the table." He exclaims.

"I know that, why do you think I have Josiah here?"

"We don't have abilities, Keller." He points out.

"We don't need unholy gifts to detect a human soul, Charnas." Johnny's eyes flash black.

A chill runs down Spencer's spine. Kaitlynn's screams have him dashing towards the door. It takes a split second to land on the ground with Johnny holding him. His anger bubbles to the surface again. His wife needs him. Johnny refused to move keeping him in place.

"Let me go you son of a—"

"Finish that sentence and I'll rip your arm out of its socket." Johnny's voice dropped down several octaves. "Josiah is doing his job to get the answers we need."