World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

desconocido

quick intro as always, I'm choosing (edited version of) Eiza González to play (my) Desconocido, but if you want to visualise someone who you think is more suited, be my guest ;))))

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"She was born into a family that you all see as the enemy. And, most of the time, you're not wrong. The Demon life is hard to be brought up in: the endless cries of help that would never come; trying to impress mother and father again and again, and them still being disappointed even if you succeeded," she spoke with her gaze steady at the floor. Possibly so Sam, Lydia and Stiles couldn't see the pain hidden within them. But she then held her head high with pride.

"But they're still my family. And you would do anything for family. You all know about that, right guys? Sam, countless times you and your brother sacrifice yourselves for each other - literally. Stiles, how often your dad finds himself being the damsel-in-distress, but you're luckily there to save the day. And then both of you," - Stiles and Lydia - "how Scott is a brother to you, and you do all you can to help him.

"But sometimes, imbecile humans like you, when you helping your own families, you get in the way of others."

"Can I just step in for a second, erm, Desca-- Descu-- I'm just going to call you Des, okay? Great. So," Stiles butted in. He really knew when the worst time was to do so. "I take it you're some sort of Demon yourself, and I can more than guarantee that your kind bring themselves into these problems."

Before Stiles had finished his idiotic view on the situation, Desconocido had leapt from her chair and was a crouching dragon beside him. Her face was within minuscule millimetres of Stiles', and slowly fell forward to rest her mouth on his ear. "So it was my brothers fault he killed Scott's dear Allison, in self-defence?"

Stiles' heart jumped a thousand meters, higher than any skyscraper. It had bounced a dozen or so times earlier in her story, as it already got scary enough that she knew several things about them all, but bringing the lowest moment of his life into the mix quadrupled the fear. Shockingly, he was lost for words. All he could do was draw his face back to lock eyes with Desconocido. His upper lip slightly twitches.

"You really are as weak as he told me," she hissed as she swivelled back onto her pedestal.

"Who? Who's your brother?" Sam was totally lost.

"The Nogitsune," Lydia whispered. "But how? He was just a Demon spirit--"

"You lot don't know anything. You see, when you 'killed' him, you didn't actually. Samuel here could tell you about that. Demons are possible to kill, but only by certain things; you kids merely sent him back to Hell for a bit. Do you want me to bring him back so you can apologise to him, Stiles?" A heartless smile manifested onto her face.

Stiles tried to hide his fear by converting it to anger, and began thrashing his arms again to escape this nightmare he is reliving. All Desconocido did was laugh at his failure.

"If he's alive, then why are you here?" Lydia asked.

"Because, little miss Banshee, you tried to kill him. You did everything in your power to kill him." she spoke so disgustedly, "I heard so many of your Packs thoughts, and, sorry to be the one to tell you, but several of them even considered actually killing you to stop anyone else from dying. So, I thought, why not come back and finish their job. And bring them down too for having such a cruel idea. And what better way to infiltrate the Pack than your most precious, new Beta."

"You do realise the rest are going to figure out what you are. I did easily enough," Sam jumped in. His tone of manner was similar to that of a student back-chatting a teacher who told them off.

"Oh yes, Sam, how could I forget about you?" She once again fled from her resting position and straddled Sam's legs, which were sprawled out in front of him. Her hand trailed gently along Sam's arm up to his head, where she began stroking his luscious locks, but with the touch as if painting a masterpiece.

"You see, there are certain reasons why I took you three: you're the brains of each party. And then also reasons why I picked each party to kill. Clearly, I just explained why I'm here for Scott's Pack. And now I'll do the same for you, your brother, and that bloody Angel.

"My dad met your dearest mother a couples years before you were born. But when he came back to complete something your mother agreed too, she went against her word. That made him angry." She had dropped her hand back into her own lap and was now directing all attention to Sam. "And then, through out your hunting career you've met - and slaughtered - dozens of members of my family: aunts, uncles. You've even tried killing my (technical) grandfather!" She seemed humoured and horrified at the same time. "Gosh, you and your brother have been bad people."

Sam's mere response to this introduction was an eye roll; he had heard it all before. It was well known that any Demon was related to every Demon. But he knew there was something odd about this one; it was eating at him. Till it hit him. "Shit."

"Jesus, I was wondering how long it would take you." She had removed herself from Sam and now was strolling around in her home of the darkness.

Sam now had a similar attitude to Stiles - fearful for how personal this matter has gotten, but tried clenching his jaw and putting a brace face on.

"Who-- Who's your dad?" Lydia questioned (now knowing how Sam felt when Desconocido was talking of their history).

"Go on, Sammy-boy, you tell them," she said.

"Erm," he spoke through a rasped voice, which was shaken, "her dad was the Demon that killed my mom in my nursery. His name was Azazel: a Prince of Hell. So, her "technical grandfather" she was talking about is Lucifer. My brother and I have been hunting him for years, but he always slips away at the last second."

"Ah, yes, that does sound like him," she announced. She now had a brown, leather bag in her hands, and rested them on the wooden stool. Cautiously, she pulled out two individual black boxes from it, and the bag vanished again. "And to clear up any misunderstandings, being the first born to Azazel, I got many perks my brother lacked: shapeshifting; powers, similar to that of a Witch or Warlock," she sighed, "enough chit-chat, let's carry on with my plan, shall we?"

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I'm actually so bad with breaking the story up :)))))
-emma