Demon's Daughter (Completed)

Prologue

"Miss Andras?"

A slightly balding man walked into the room, holding an open file, looking at that instead of her. He pulled out the only other chair in the bare room and sat, putting the file on the metal table.

She looked behind him at her reflection in the mirror and then back at him. This was one of the nicest interrogation rooms she'd ever been in yet.

"Do you speak English?"

"Not in the slightest."

The man opened the file again and read through it. She looked him over, noticing the patches on his uniform. "U.S. Army," it said, and "Maddox". His uniform fit him well, his body looking like a vast wall of muscles. She could've taken him under better circumstances.

She tested the cuffs attached to the top of the table.

"Miss Andras—"

"You can just call me Sauda. Andras is my father's name. I'm Ethiopian, we don't really have last names."

"You can speak English very well," he said, putting the file down again. He leaned back in his chair and looked her over. Sauda picked up on the disgust on his face and smelled the emotions flooding off of him.

"You don't look like a Demon," he said.

Sauda nodded to herself. So he knew what she was. They had to. Whatever they had shot her with was keeping her weak and in chains. She just needed to wait until it wore off so she could bust out.

"Half-Demon. But just so you know, most Demons have a human form. We're not all horns and extra arms. Though I can show you if you'd like."

She couldn't. She was tired and too weak.

"Oh, I've already seen it. We have lots of videos of you and pictures. This," he said, holding up the file. "This one is only the pictures and autopsy reports of the men you killed on American soil. You get around, Sauda. There's an entire file cabinet, or two, about your activities. Here and abroad."

"I'm a very popular girl," She smiled.

He pulled out pictures from the manila folder and laid them out in front of her. Various men in various positions of disarray, most missing limbs.

Sauda looked down and smiled. She had to put on a show to the world and she was good at it. The pictures of her handiwork made her sick to her stomach, but she pushed it all down and pressed the smile deeper on her face.

"We got the gifts you left us."

Sauda looked at him, confused. "Gifts?"

"Well, it may be a coincidence. All these men were being tracked down for very heinous crimes, and we were having trouble catching them. And then you, like a cat, left their bodies for us to clean up. Bodies... in many pieces."

"Is this the part where you tell me I'm going to jail? You'll say that I have no right to be the judge, jury, and executioner, right?"

Maddox leaned forward with a slimy smile to match the one Sauda had on her face. She leaned back, a little freaked out.

"Oh, on the contrary. We don't mind that part as long as they're stopped. You saved us money and imagine all the innocent lives that could have been lost had they not been stopped."

Sauda didn't like where this was going and hoped it wasn't leading to her being dissected in some secret government science lab so they could figure out how to make better soldiers.

She looked at the pictures in front of her, at the lives she took.

Two of the men were Demon-Castors. So even if they did nothing wrong to her personally, she had to kill them. Demon-Castors were the actual reason the Bible said, "thou shalt not suffer a witch to live." Not normal Castors, or Wiccans. Demon-Castors used blood and sex for their magick and left trails of bodies behind them. Those kills were for the sake of humanity and to staunch the blood-lust boiling her blood.

Another picture showed the picture of a man who tried to rape her. Sauda doubted the coroner enjoyed fishing his penis out from his esophagus.

In the last picture, the body was so eviscerated that she couldn't tell if it was even a human or just bloodied meat, She wouldn't put it past herself if it was an innocent person. She tried to kill only immoral men and women, but sometimes her demon blood reacted so strongly that it forced her to go crazy. The longer she went without killing, the harder she fell. She tried to space it out until her inherited murderous genes drove her to it.

Sauda sat back, arms stretched out because of the cuffs attached to the bar on the table.

"What exactly do you want from me?" She asked.

"I want you to kill for me."

"No deal," she said, "Sorry, but to be honest, I don't enjoy killing—well, I do, it feels great—but that's only because I'm half-demon. I'm still half-human, and being a murderer isn't something I'm proud of. I will not join the United States military just to kill people. I'm not even American."

Maddox looked down at the file, confused, and then back at his detainee. "We thought you just spaced out your killings so you wouldn't be caught."

"Nope. I space them out because I don't want to kill, thank you. So... where do we go from here? You want to kill me?"

Sauda tested her powers by trying to bring out her Demon eyes, but by the calm look on the man's face, she could tell that nothing happened.

"If I have to," he said, crossing his arms, "But I'd rather not. My superiors want you, so I have to deliver."

Sauda shook her head, but Maddox held up his hand.

"Let me at least tell you what we're offering first. If you don't like it then you can turn me down and I'll make threats, okay?"

He neatly put the photos back in the folder and closed it. He leaned on the table and looked at her straight in the eyes. "It's decent pay—I know you don't need money. Your mother lives in one of the biggest estates in Addis Ababa, with more security than Fort Knox. Where you go every summer, we do not know, but you come from money. But we will pay you for your services, including medical and other benefits. We'll only ask you to kill corrupt men like you're doing already or intimidate them. You'll gain U.S. citizenship and have immunity, plus access to more guns."

Sauda sat up a little straighter.

"Yeah, I saw the love for guns. A lot of holey bodies when you spent a weekend in Caracas."

"It was a drug cartel. They killed any villager who wouldn't buy their product and hooked everyone else on coke," She defended herself. "... but that Uzi submachine was amazing. The kickback was hell, though." She couldn't help but smile to herself. Her father may be a Demon, but he taught her how to use guns and knives and she absolutely loved it.

"If you work with us, you'd be taking care of men like that. Men who escape the law and do evil," Maddox explained.

"You wouldn't lie to me about what men they are just to get me to kill them, right?" She asked.

"I'll negotiate so you may accept or decline missions. Deal?" Maddox held his hand across the table to shake hands with her.

"And if I decline right now?"

"I have men ready to shoot you with some more of that stuff that took you out, and we'll let some mad doctor cut you open."

Sauda looked at the G-man and wondered if she should try to call his bluff. If she had time to let this drug wear off, she could probably take them, but did she really want to? If she worked for them, she could do everything she's doing now, but with less chance of innocents dying and less freedom. It sounded too good to be true, but it also sounded like a risk she'd be willing to take.

"Can I get vacations after each kill?"

Maddox pulled his hand back but smiled. "Let's negotiate."