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In the summer of 1994, a woman made a crossroads deal with a demon. Her and her new husband had been trying to get pregnant for three years. She had just been tested and it would be a rare miracle if she ever did conceive. So she makes a deal. Her soul in ten years just to have a baby. She was too thrilled at the prospect at getting what they had always wanted that she didn't bother to ask how it would be made possible.
The demon possessed her and laid with her husband that night. The demon was in her body for 9 months until April 18th, 1995 when the woman gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Genim. The demon left her body once she gave birth.
The demon paid her a visit later that night and said that while she apologizes, (albeit with lack of sincerity), for having to be in her body for so long, it was necessary to carry the child to term. There's just one thing about the baby. It's half demon and half human. The mother's only concern is that her child will be okay and won't hurt anyone in the future. The demon smiles a sadistic smile and leaves with one final sentence. "You won't be around to try and stop him if he does."
The woman comes to terms with what she did, the fact that she's only going to be in Genim's life for ten years. It's overwhelming and thought consuming. She's later diagnosed with a list of illnesses and she has to take medication to make her calm. Her husband still loves her everyday, even when he's pushing the daily pill cocktail in her direction. The smile he gives her is filled with love and concern and all he wants is for her to feel better regardless of everything the doctors tell her.
Despite her baby boy being something close to a hell spawn, all she sees is her baby boy and for that, she's grateful. It's one month away until it's only 9 months when Stiles will turn 10. and she knows her time is just about up. It's the week before her time is up when she tells her husband how exactly Stiles came to be. It's when she sits them both down and tells them exactly what Stiles is.
They look at her like she's crazy, especially since Stiles has always been somewhat normal despite his own medication he has to take. He was diagnosed with ADHD and takes Adderall to help keep him focused.
She swears to them that she's telling the truth, but they need proof. She does the only thing she can think of. She drives them to the crossroads to call upon the same demon as before. She uses all of the ingredients that are needed. Her great grandfather had always talked of demons and how he used to hunt them amongst other creatures.
She had never believed either until she reached out to the dark for help. She doesn't regret it one bit because it gave her what she wanted and loved the most.
The same demon comes to them, she's using the same body as before out of convenience. Her husband and Stiles back peddle away but that doesn't stop the woman from flashing them her red eyes and soft smile that graces her lips. "Hello there sweetie, you must be Genim. You're going to grow up and be quite powerful. Do you know about the things you can do? You can do all sorts of things, since your half human, you can even do things that us full bloods can't even do. Have you tried moving stuff with your mind? Or even using persuasion?"
If Genim had been any normal child he would of looked at the woman with red eyes with confusion, probably break out in tears. Instead he shares a small twisted little grin of his own. "I've been trying it out since I was seven lady. I don't appreciate the way you treated my mom. You're going to leave the body of that woman and you're going to go back to hell and you're going to beg whoever is in charge of you to torture you for the next ten years just like you've tortured my mom with the agony of waiting. The terror you've given her."
The deputy looks at Genim in slight shock. He always knew his child was smart and gifted, but never like this. He wants to be scared and disgusted but Genim has never given him any reason to. The demon looks scared, and before they could even blink, black smoke is pouring out of the woman's body and going into the cracks of the ground, down below. Genim smiles though he feels slightly dizzy. He's never tried persuasion because he never knew he could do it til now. Telekinesis was one thing... being able to tell people what to do was another. Genim wonders if it only works on demons though.
His mother smiles and there's tears sliding down her face as she takes him in her arms. "I knew you'd be good, I knew you'd use it for good. You could never be evil."
Genim doesn't know about that but he'll try his damn hardest to be in control and not let anyone know how different he really is. He knows his eyes can shift and look like ink is filling his pupil and his whole eyes can be black. He's seen them change whenever he's overly filled with emotions. He tries his damn hardest to not use his abilities on Jackson whenever they're at the playground.
A week later, his mother is ripped to shreds by what appears to be a pack of wild animals. Possibly dogs. Genim knows better, he's done his research.
Hell hounds got his mother and they've dragged her soul to hell because of him.
A week later he decides he wants to go by Stiles. He doesn't want to be called Genim, something the demon and only his mother ever could call him. It's like he's shedding a past identity, wanting to get away.
No one is any wiser that he has any other name besides his father and best friend Scott. They both don't argue about calling him a different name. Stiles vows to use his powers barely at all when possible.
It isn't until he's sixteen, when he's starting to rethink those words and finds himself using his strength when he needs it the most without spilling his secret.
Stiles doesn't know how long he can hold out though before his secret is spilled.
It doesn't make matters any better when he's at Lydia's party and the punch is spiked with a type of wolfs-bane. In all honesty, Stiles knew there was some in what he was drinking, but he didn't think it would affect him. Stiles expected Scott to be able to smell the difference, clearly he's given his best friend too much credit again.
Stiles doesn't know it's affected him until he's hallucinating. He knows it's a hallucination, because his father can't really be there. The ex-sheriff now, who would of been going on his fourth year at the station had it not been for Stiles. It doesn't mean that the words he's saying doesn't hurt though. Stiles can feel the careful control he has over himself slowly shattering. The walls he's built up to keep himself in check, it's foundation is cracking. He can feel the darkness slowly seeping through. Stiles can feel his eyes tear up, he can also feel them shift to reveal the black iris. He's just glad that everyone's too busy lost seeing their own delusions that everyone will think his eyes are just part of the drug too.
There's not a day that doesn't go by where Stiles blames himself for his mother's death. He IS the reason why she's no longer part of this world. His mere existence is enough to put himself on edge all the time. Sometimes he thinks about killing himself but knows that he's too much of a chicken to do it. He has no self preservation though. Frankly, if he did, he wouldn't be running around with werewolves and hunters who keep trying to kill him. Stiles thinks it'd be better if he was gone from this world.
But with as much strength as he has, would the demons really let him die? For all he knows, he could be some secret weapon of mass destruction that is part of the devil's plan in the future.
For now, all he can do is run away from the hallucinations of his father, the fact that everything that bad happens is his fault. He really is a hell spawn, if he had been just a normal teen, life would be easier for him. Maybe.. then again, there ARE werewolves in his life and the supernatural is in fact.. real.
So maybe it wouldn't be easier.
Stiles will never know, but all he can do is hope.