[The demon watched Derek for a long moment, expression unreadable, before shrugging and turning it's back, pacing the length of the porch.] I can't, even if I were so inclined.
I used to be human, [The demon drawled, trailing his fingers along the splintered railing.] You've never been human, Derek, not really.
You're not human. [The demon repeated the words with emphasis, raising an eyebrow and curling Stiles' lips into an evil smirk at the rivulets of blood.] Oh I'd like to see you try for nothing.
I could kill him right now. Crush his soul and shove it through the ground, down into Hell. [The demon examined one of Stiles' hand in nonchalance.] Don't tempt me. A meatsuit without a soul isn't as fun, but it's certainly serviceable.
Ten points to Gryffindor! [The demon punctuated dryly, watching as Derek's claws retracted.]
But how do you know if I've done it? How do you know if he's really gone? [The demon grinned, all teeth, moving back towards Derek.] How would you know he's not still here, feeling your claws rip through his flesh...
You can try, [The demon was barely a comfortable distance away now, about to enter Derek's personal bubble if he didn't move.] But you won't know for sure until I leave, right at the last second, when it's too late...when his eyes widen in that pretty little hazel of his before the life is ripped violently out of him.
Maybe. Willing to take the risk? [The demon laughed as Derek took a step back, looking away from him, a minor victory.]
Ooh, did you hear that, Stiles? [The demon mocked, crossing his arms and smirking, sinister.] Your pet Alpha is willing to sacrifice someone else for you.
...Sorry Derek, don't think he likes that idea. Neither do I, I'm afraid; like I said, this meatsuit is comfortable. [The demon rolled Stiles' neck, eyes sliding closed as it inhaled deeply.] Look at this skin; so smooth.
[The demon trailed Stiles' fingers along her neck, down his jugular towards his collarbone.]
I rather think you've shown your hand, wolf. [The demon cackled, straightening Stiles' shirt before pausing, listening to the child growing louder inside his head.]
Surely you knew that, Stiles? [The demon frowned, eyes sliding over to Derek and staying there.] Surely you knew he wouldn't let you fall?
[The demon was distracted from Derek's words, fighting Stiles as the boy grew louder and louder.] Shut up, child. The adults are talking.
[But Stiles wouldn't, apparently finding strength in the gentle touch Derek had inadvertently given him. The demon's fists clenched, feeling emotion swell; fierce protectiveness, stubbornness, and worst of all hope.]
Get off me! [The demon is hissing at Derek, one hand moving as if to smack him away, but the hand freezes, shaking as Stiles and the demon fight for control of it.
It takes a minute or so, but suddenly Stiles' hand is rearing back and punching him in the face. The demon screamed in outrage, viciously retaliating with a mental blitz.]
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[The demon watched Derek for a long moment, expression unreadable, before shrugging and turning it's back, pacing the length of the porch.] I can't, even if I were so inclined.
I used to be human, [The demon drawled, trailing his fingers along the splintered railing.] You've never been human, Derek, not really.
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I could kill him right now. Crush his soul and shove it through the ground, down into Hell. [The demon examined one of Stiles' hand in nonchalance.] Don't tempt me. A meatsuit without a soul isn't as fun, but it's certainly serviceable.
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But how do you know if I've done it? How do you know if he's really gone? [The demon grinned, all teeth, moving back towards Derek.] How would you know he's not still here, feeling your claws rip through his flesh...
You can try, [The demon was barely a comfortable distance away now, about to enter Derek's personal bubble if he didn't move.] But you won't know for sure until I leave, right at the last second, when it's too late...when his eyes widen in that pretty little hazel of his before the life is ripped violently out of him.
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Ooh, did you hear that, Stiles? [The demon mocked, crossing his arms and smirking, sinister.] Your pet Alpha is willing to sacrifice someone else for you.
...Sorry Derek, don't think he likes that idea. Neither do I, I'm afraid; like I said, this meatsuit is comfortable. [The demon rolled Stiles' neck, eyes sliding closed as it inhaled deeply.] Look at this skin; so smooth.
[The demon trailed Stiles' fingers along her neck, down his jugular towards his collarbone.]
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Surely you knew that, Stiles? [The demon frowned, eyes sliding over to Derek and staying there.] Surely you knew he wouldn't let you fall?
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[But Stiles wouldn't, apparently finding strength in the gentle touch Derek had inadvertently given him. The demon's fists clenched, feeling emotion swell; fierce protectiveness, stubbornness, and worst of all hope.]
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It takes a minute or so, but suddenly Stiles' hand is rearing back and punching him in the face. The demon screamed in outrage, viciously retaliating with a mental blitz.]
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