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DEMON HUNTER DRIFT AU: PART II
Part I (extremely NSFW) (it's very gross) (I'm sorry about everything)
Part II (NSFW post)

IT'S BACK, BABY

Imagine, if you will, that Drift is not a robot, but a gratuitously tropey half-demon hunter roaming around Boston killing demons in order to atone for his as a, well, killer for the demons. For all intents and purposes you can just assume this takes place in the same universe as Buffy (or something like it) for the sake of using a conveniently existing lore that I already really like. Maybe with an extra side of Kabbalah. whatever

HERE ARE SOME FACTS ABOUT DEMON HUNTER AU DRIFT:

Drift is half-demon on his father's side. He never really knew his dad, idk he like fucked off or got slayed at some point when Drift was young and he was mostly raised by his mother, who died of cancer when he was a teenager. It was real sad and Drift had no money and got pretty promptly kicked out of his mom's apartment shortly after her death. This made Drift a TRAGIC TEEN ORPHAN who was homeless on the streets for a while, and given his ~UNIQUE HALF-DEMON AURA~ it wasn't really very long before he fell in with a bad crowd. A demon crowd
Tragic teen orphan Drift got into drugs, specifically orihalcon, a potent substance derived from the refined blood of certain types of demons, because regular human drugs don't quite cut it for him. He was pretty knee-deep in the local demon community, partly because he didn't fit in anywhere else, partly because some of them knew his dad.
Drift spent a while as a homeless addict, barely scraping by, until he was recruited by Megatron, a powerful demon lord who saw much more potential in Drift and his untamed demon powers. He offered Drift a place in his ranks even though he was half-human, and helped him hone his terrifyingly natural talent for violence. For a while Drift mostly did it to feed his habit, but he began to enjoy the rush of violence and of releasing his DEMON SIDE way more than the drugs and eventually got clean.
He also inherited this sweet demon sword from his dad that Megatron apparently had handy. It is powered by his DEMON SIDE
Eventually though Drift's taste for violence got a little out of control and after pissing off some of his superiors for wildly disobeying orders in favor of MORE VIOLENCE, he fucked off and went into hiding. It was at this time that he met a witch named Wing from a smug hippie witch cult based in San Francisco. Wing offered him sanctuary and to teach him to better control his demon side by being ~~more in tune with the spirits~~. Drift took the sanctuary because he had nowhere else to hide, but wound up begrudgingly coming around to Wing's way of seeing things, at least enough to grow to care about him. Unfortunately for the both of them Drift's UNIQUE HALF-DEMON AURA led Megatron's forces right to the Wing's door and he got horribly murdered. Drift managed to get away but he was so tragically torn by the untimely death of his spiritual sensei that he swore off working for Megatron and decided to USE HIS POWERS FOR GOOD
Since then he's discarded the name Megatron gave him and returned to Boston as the newly-reformed demon hunter Drift. He lives in a tiny, shitty apartment in Southie and fights demons by moonlight in order to help people out and atone for his murder-filled past. He has fully embraced his former mentor's spirituality with a level of enthusiasm that, tbh, should probably be worrying. He believes (or hopes, at least) that what Wing taught him will not only help him keep his demon side in check (he is pretty much always concerned he will LOSE CONTROL), but also lead to his eventual redemption. Unfortunately Drift is still learning how exactly to have real faith in something because he is the world's biggest faker
He is Jewish because I know what I like and oh boy does he ever dabble in Kabbalah and a lot of other magical spirituality bullshit that mostly drives other people up the wall
Being half-demon has a lot of perks, SUCH AS: super strength/reflexes/stamina, accelerated healing, and being able to jump way higher than any human. He's obviously not as powerful as a full-blooded demon, but plenty powerful enough to be able to take them head on. He's also really good at fighting shit. Drift's swordsmanship is pretty solid, having been trained in Megatron's demon army, but also he has studied very seriously from a lot of kung fu and action films
He literally owns fourteen swords

PREVIOUSLY ON DEMON HUNTER DRIFT AU:

Rodimus is this AU's equivalent of the Slayer, and Ultra Magnus is her Watcher. She and Drift are best buds who also make out a lot. Ultra Magnus STRONGLY DISAPPROVES of Rodimus spending time with someone with Drift's substantial murder past but Rodimus believes wholeheartedly in Drift's turning a new leaf.
Perceptor (Percy) is a talented witch and physicist who also serves as Drift's go-to for information about demon lore and magic. They go back a long, long ways, and is one of a handful of people Drift trusts implicitly.
Dealer was, predictably, Drift's orihalcon dealer when he was living on the streets. There were some bad (good) (bad) times that Drift would really love to never talk about, and Dealer loves to hold over his head.
Ratchet is a trauma surgeon whose family was killed by demons around the time Deadlock was active. After patching up Drift a couple of times, they fell into an undefined sort-of relationship that nearly came to an end when Ratchet found out just who Drift used to be. After taking some time and talking to just about everyone else Drift knows, Ratchet decided he still wanted to know Drift as he is now, though things between them are still uncertain.

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"Do what?" Rico asks, completely straight-faced. He banks right around a corner, hard, and they squeal off again. Their surroundings change, turning a little more upscale, with less trash on the streets. He'd better not throw up on him. He'd probably push Drift off the motorcycle and straight into traffic if he did.

Well, at least Drift could probably handle that. There's a little lurch in his voice as he swallows, but he sounds indignant and frustrated to mask his confusion. He's itching for a hit of orihalcon badly, but at this point, he'd take just lying down in a dark room over Rico's driving.

"The -- the fight! Why did you stab that guy? Why the hell did you get me in there?"

"Why did I stab that guy?" Rico repeats, the words curling around his tongue with a remembered satisfaction. "What, don't tell me you wanted them to rip your kidneys through your throat. Since when do I ever need an excuse to stab someone?"

It's true. He's done it for far more minor offences, after all. Looking at him funny, clearing their throat in the wrong way, stepping on his shoes, et cetera. The vampire's exposed back looked too inviting, and he hasn't drawn blood in such a long time.

"And I let you in because I knew it'd be entertaining. Which it was. Holy shit did you deliver." Rico glances back. Kind of a dangerous thing to do when going 70 miles an hour. "Why are you sounding so flustered about it?"

"I'd have been fine," Drift mutters, because...yeah, no, he was losing that fight, but he figured he'd make it out of there alive. He always manages to somehow. He feels anger rise hot in his throat, though, resentful at being made into little more than entertainment -- but then, what should he have expected from Rico? There was always something in it for him. He glances back, trying to see if they're still being followed.

"Glad you got your money's worth," he says sourly through his teeth. "Now pull over, Rico -- I want off."

That sounds a little too much like a demand for him, and just for that Rico decides to be uncooperative. "Nope! Not until you tell me who you were looking for," he says, sing-song. In his deep, gravel voice, it sounds pretty strange to say the least.

He doesn't really care that much about why he was there, to be perfectly honest. It's more an excuse to be contrary. They're going awfully fast, Drift. Jumping off at these speeds would be possible but painful, and Rico could always go faster.

Drift feels the rush of the wind in his hair and tries to gauge their speed, but he's not feeling any less dizzy and that doesn't make him feel great about his chances of deciding to jump and roll and hope for the best.

"Just -- a friend," he says, knowing that demanding why Rico wants to know won't get him anywhere. But the last thing he wants to tell Rico is that he was looking for his drug dealer. So he tries for a lie, instead. "Someone I used to know. From before. He's been holding onto some things for me."

"I didn't know you had any. You were tearing up the bar like that to look for a friend?" Rico laughs. He can tell half-hearted lies at a glance. "Who was giving you the runaround like that? Somehow I doubt it."

He can't exactly take a hand off the handlebars and cuff Drift in the head, but he can run over a pothole in the road his passenger doesn't see coming. "At least try to say something more convincing."

Drift grunts as they hit that pothole, and he can feel the impact in his teeth, making his stomach churn. He's starting to regret catching a ride from the bar. He could've hidden from that vampire and her friends, at least for a while...

"Fine. Not a friend. Not exactly." Drift sets his teeth against the words. "But he does have something of mine that I need to get back. I'll get in touch with him."

Eventually. Drift's always been a reliable customer, more or less, but sometimes he thinks Dealer gives him the runaround just for a laugh. He's not the only one, Drift thinks miserably. He's starting to seriously consider the merits of jumping into traffic over continuing this conversation.

"That's more like it. And that something of yours is...?" Rico asks pointedly. His fingers drum impatiently on the handlebars, alongside the thrumming of the engines. He's suddenly starting to get bored of this now, it's taking too long.

Rico speaks up abruptly. "I don't suppose it has anything to do with why it looks like you haven't slept in a week?" he drawls. "Or why your hair's plastered to your forehead and your hands are shaking?"

"So what if it does?" Drift bites back, losing patience himself. He could keep playing coy, but he's never been very good at that, and he's tired of struggling to come up with convincing lies. "Just let me off already, Rico. I'll stay out of your hair."

He refuses to actually apologize for anything, but he's trying hard to figure out what he can say to appease Rico enough to just let him go. He's exhausted, the adrenaline draining from him after the fight, and passing out for a while seems so much more appealing than remaining conscious. He's really starting to feel sick.

Rico laughs. And then, anti-climatically:

"That's all I wanted to know. Was it really so hard to just be honest with me?" he says, with a long-suffering tone of voice. "I really couldn't care less that one of your druggie friends took your stash or something equally inane," he tosses out indifferently. "But see, I'm already headed home. And I've already inconvenienced myself enough taking detours to get rid of those chumps. So you can get off now if you want to, but I'm not stopping for you."

He slows his speed to a more reasonable pace. But yes, he is actually expecting Drift to jump off the motorcycle if he wants to go home before Rico does.

Drift stiffens as Rico hits the nail right on the head. He'd be reluctant to call them friends, considering he'd taken a beating before they stole everything he had on him, but it's unfortunately accurate.

He's had enough. His pride has been plenty injured between Rico's taunting and the miserable outcome of that bar fight, and as strung out as he is, he's losing his tolerance for any more of it. But at least Rico's slowed down, and he considers jumping off without a word, but for some reason he feels compelled to mutter thanks before he does, managing to land on both feet, if a little wobbly. Good riddance, right? Right. God. He should never have tried to get into that bar.

Rico huffs in amusement under his breath, and the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile. “You're welcome!” he calls out over his shoulder, mood greatly brightened. “Don’t let them find you, and try not to die in the gutter!”

And with one last twist of his wrist and roar of the engine, he's gone.

[ DEMON HUNTER DRIFT AU: PART II (SFW) ]

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itp sad boy drift is a terrible liar

poor guy

he doesn't REALLY deserve this

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