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

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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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Drift doesn't really expect Ratchet to have much to say to that, and right now feels so much more about getting the words out than getting a response. Now that he's started, he feels the need to keep going, not out of any sense of obligation, but because there is something simultaneously so freeing and so terrifying about sharing this part of himself with someone else.

"You can probably guess how it went from there. Alone, no place to go...I took what I could get. And sometimes that wasn't just clothes or food." He looks faintly embarrassed, now, almost ashamed, but dammit, he's worked past this. It's been years. "I found pretty quickly that regular drugs didn't cut it. I metabolized it too fast, or not quite right..."

He lets out a soft sigh, leaning into Ratchet's touch. It helps him stay grounded in the moment. That's what he needs right now.

"I always knew what I was -- Mom never tried to hide that from me. So it was only a matter of time before I fell in with an entirely different crowd, with different access to things. Things like orihalcon, and...I don't know. A freedom to be myself, in a weird way. It wasn't great, I was still alone, but I didn't have to hide."

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Ratchet is still against the top of the comforter, his eyes on Drift's face and his expression unreadable, still silent. He doesn't stop touching Drift, doesn't pull away at all--just watches Drift steadily, understanding without judgment.

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Drift's thankful for the quiet. In a weird way, it keeps bolstering him to go on. He rolls his head to the side and stares up at the ceiling.

"It didn't mean I was safe, though. And I was--you know, a half-breed, and high out of my mind half the time. Didn't really have any friends, or at least not any friends I could trust not to steal my stuff to hock it for drugs. Easy pickings for a lot of bullies. Like Rico." He bites the inside of his cheek, because now it's not so much painful to talk about it as it is embarrassing. He'd endured years of humiliation at Rico's hand, and it was far behind him now, but it didn't feel like it. "He liked to...pretend he was helping me. He knew who I was, knew what I was hooked on, and he knew just how bad things were for me. It wasn't hard to see. So he'd offer to make trades -- do me a favor, and I'll get you some more drugs. But it was never about helping me. I was just...entertainment for him."

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet is silent and utterly still for a long moment, staring at the space next to Drift's head before he reminds himself to breathe, sucking in a deep inhalation and blinking slowly.

"I see," he says, his voice oddly faint. "...I see. You said he's dead now, right?"

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Drift smiles thinly. It's not a very good look on him. "Very. There wasn't a whole lot left of him."

He closes his eyes and draws in a slow breath. Why is this harder to talk about than his mother's death, somehow? That hadn't been any less slow or painful. But it had been different. Losing a parent was something that could happen to anyone. The kind of humiliation he endured at Rico's hands was a product of his very specific and shitty situation.

"He never stiffed me on any promises, but it was never about what I wanted. He'd do things just to -- just to mess with me, or get a rise out of me, under the guise of charity, and I had nothing, so he knew I'd never refuse. Or I'd try, and I'd get swept up in it anyway. It was...hard back then." He rubs his bruised cheek, eyes still closed. "There was this one time, he took me to this high-end restaurant -- you know the Mention, by the waterfront? Said he was going to treat me to a good meal, show me what I could have if I really wanted it, and he did. I'd never seen anyone spend that much money in one sitting before. And it might have been okay, except -- " He huffs out a short breath through his nose. "Except being the unwashed homeless kid in a room full of rich people made for one of the most miserable evenings imaginable. And I think Rico got a real kick out of that."

[asafepairofhands]

"Of course he did," Ratchet says, still sounding distant. He sits up after a second and breathes slowly, feeling ill, but he braces his back against the headboard of the bed and deliberately doesn't clench his fists. He's quiet again for a minute before he looks back down at Drift, his expression unreadable.

"Do you think he'll come back? ...will it take long, if he does?"

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Drift makes a muffled noise into the pillow.

"I don't know. Probably. I don't know his background that well, but I know he used to be human. Demons like that...they claw their way out of hell once, they can probably do it again." He lets out a thin sigh. "Nothing short of an exorcism stops those guys, usually. That's why I took the arm with me. I'm going to take it to Percy and see if she can do anything with it. Can't really say as to the timeline, but...he was stronger than he was back then."