Post by Harley Eve on Oct 8, 2015 17:16:13 GMT
'Rogue demon' sounded like a cliche eighties rock band. Demon with a personal agenda was probably already a bad sitcom. She didn't know what she would consider herself. But just the title alone already gave her a bad name: a demon. A monster. The cruelest, most heartless being that diseased this poor little world between heaven and hell. Any hunter brave enough would try to gank her if they knew what she was and had the chance. So this life was full of lies. It was easy enough when she could be anything she wanted. There was no trace of her: no records, no stories. Nothing but a face that she could change and a name she didn't have to carry. She could be a student or a teacher. A prisoner or a prison guard. An interviewer, a cop, a waitress in a shitty diner if it gave her something that she desired. She had no identity and even those that could recognize her face underneath the little blonde meatsuit she wore around didn't know who she was. Not truly, anyways.
Harley had no desire to hurt any humans. She didn't need to make pitiful deals or find entertainment in possessing people's loved ones. She didn't care to hunt demons, vampires, ghosts. It was all nothing to her. She only had one reason to fight her way back up to Earth, and that was to find one monster. Azazel. A general of hell, creating his group of special children in all his yellow-eyed glory. He wore a different suit all those years ago. But now that she knew his actual face, she would find him. Exact her revenge for what he did all those hundreds of years past when she was a weak little human herself. It came with playing many roles and possessing many personalities. If she had to kill, she would. If she had to let live, she would. Whether it was a human or demon or even a bloody shapeshifter standing in her way she would kill with any way she had.
It was hard to find leads on Azazel's whereabouts. He was a busy man with quite the reputation, and so any demon she questioned would rather her kill them right there and then instead of telling the truth and waiting for Azazel to find them. There were those that were on his side and knew of her agenda, and so those she stayed far and vast from. This hunt was one closed door and blocked way after another and she was beginning to lose any hope she had of finding him. Until she heard about them. The Winchesters. Sam, Azazel's prized possession and the poor soul didn't even know it yet. Those boys didn't even know the name of who they were trying so hard to find but now, they could be her only way of actually tracking him. They wouldn't be easy to approach, especially the shorter and mightier one. So she followed from a distance, blending in as many names and acts. From town to town as they traveled, hunting creatures and monsters of various sorts. Because one way or another, they were going to lead her to him.
Harley had no desire to hurt any humans. She didn't need to make pitiful deals or find entertainment in possessing people's loved ones. She didn't care to hunt demons, vampires, ghosts. It was all nothing to her. She only had one reason to fight her way back up to Earth, and that was to find one monster. Azazel. A general of hell, creating his group of special children in all his yellow-eyed glory. He wore a different suit all those years ago. But now that she knew his actual face, she would find him. Exact her revenge for what he did all those hundreds of years past when she was a weak little human herself. It came with playing many roles and possessing many personalities. If she had to kill, she would. If she had to let live, she would. Whether it was a human or demon or even a bloody shapeshifter standing in her way she would kill with any way she had.
It was hard to find leads on Azazel's whereabouts. He was a busy man with quite the reputation, and so any demon she questioned would rather her kill them right there and then instead of telling the truth and waiting for Azazel to find them. There were those that were on his side and knew of her agenda, and so those she stayed far and vast from. This hunt was one closed door and blocked way after another and she was beginning to lose any hope she had of finding him. Until she heard about them. The Winchesters. Sam, Azazel's prized possession and the poor soul didn't even know it yet. Those boys didn't even know the name of who they were trying so hard to find but now, they could be her only way of actually tracking him. They wouldn't be easy to approach, especially the shorter and mightier one. So she followed from a distance, blending in as many names and acts. From town to town as they traveled, hunting creatures and monsters of various sorts. Because one way or another, they were going to lead her to him.
