I am (y/f/n) (y/l/n). And I have one mission. One I have been training for since I was sixteen years old, after my entire family was brutally murdered.
Why me?
Because I am a special child.
I can do things, normal people cannot do. I can see the future. I can move things with my mind. And I am getting stronger everyday I drink it. The demon blood. It makes me feel powerful. Unlike anything I've had before.
I am being trained by a hoard of demons. They're the only family I've ever had, though I'm more like a soldier to them. I don't mind. I don't feel. I don't know why. But I don't care.
I don't feel anything.
I walk out of my room, which is barely big enough to fit one twin bed mattress. "(Y/n), tomorrow's the big day. You will do what you were trained to. You will kill the Winchesters. Understand?" I nod. I've been hearing that for ten years. That I will kill the Winchesters. I am more than ready. I was born to do this. This is my fate.
And I don't care if I die finishing my job.
And I don't care.
And I don't feel.
Except for the voice in my head that always asks 'why me?'
I do my best to ignore it.
The fact that all I know is demons help.
I return to my room and lie on my mattress.
Tomorrow is the big day. I need sleep.
I wake up and get out of my bed. I proceed to open my door and march to the main room. I see my family there. There is seventeen demons in my family. And they all train me in different ways.
"(Y/n), darling. Are you ready?" Jonathan asks. He is the strongest demon of the pack. I nod. I am not allowed to speak unless I am asked to.
"Drink up," Leah says. She is the smartest. She hands me a jug of demon blood. More than usual. I don't question it. Instead, I chug the jug and she hands me another. "It better be finished by the time the rest of us are here," she instructs me. I simply nod again and start drinking the jug. I finish just before the others arrive.
There are twenty demons in all. I am the odd number. The special child, who's destiny is to smite the Winchesters. And today, I will fulfill my fate.
Marcos, who found out how to get us to the motel the Winchesters were hiding in since last month, cleared his throat.
"Everyone, we have one mission. And one mission only. We have to kill the Winchesters. The best way to go is by all of us acting at once at what we're best at. Here's what we'll do, we will have (y/n) here act like a scared little girl, and they will take her under their wing. After that, she'll be on the inside, and we'll attack from the outside. Understood?"
Everyone muttered an "Understood."
Soon, we were all walking down the street. Marcos tore up my shirt and cut me a few times to make me look like I was being tortured. He messed up my hair and pinched my arms to give me bruises. I don't care. It doesn't bother me. Killing the Winchesters is more important than me. It's bigger than me.
I drank some demon blood from Marcos's wrist. He nodded and I walked to the door while they all hid. I knocked on the door. This is it. The moment I've been waiting for.
(Part 2 will be out shortly)
