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

[auramatic]

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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[sparkwhisperer]

He's been watching.

For weeks Tarn has been circling this hospital, stealing snacks as necessary from weakened patients, and occasionally overconfident hospital staff. However, the stolen meals leave much to be desired. Tarn knows that it's an unsustainable solution with four other mouths to feed. His cadre is hungry.

A more in depth plan is necessary. He has to find a source inside to facility-- access to the blood bank. Fortunately, he is nothing if not resourceful. Finding a doctor to trap should be easy enough.

In fact he doesn't have to wait long before he hears the clack of heels on the sidewalk. Tarn watches the figure of a woman cross the campus from a shadowed gap between buildings. With unnatural quietness, he pursues. Stalking his prey proves easier than anticipated. She's distracted-- senses dulled by exhaustion. In fact she may not even notice him until he's right upon her, large hand encircling her wrist.

Red eyes shine brightly beneath his hooded jacket, scarred face partially obscured by a dark mask. His lips curve into a smile.

"It's awfully late for a young lady like yourself to be wandering around alone." His voice is disarmingly smooth, almost entrancing. "Didn't you know the streets are dangerous?"

[iudiciumdifficile]

She must be tired. It's the only way someone could have snuck up on her like that, a hand around her wrist a jolt to her consciousness. She stiffens but bites back a startled cry, jerking back to look at him.

He's almost like an animal. Even with his face half-concealed, there's something inhumanly hungry about him. The terror that wrenches in her gut is primal, base instinct, but she swallows it and glares at him over the rims of her glasses.

"Get your hand off of me," she says, her voice cold. Her other hand slips quietly into her purse. The mace. She should've had it in hand already, should've been on guard, but it should buy her enough time to run for her car. Run for her car, lock the doors and call 911 while gets the fuck out. "This is a hospital campus."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Tetchy." He doesn't miss the hand going into her purse. He's quick to grab that too, holding her arms up next to her head and pushing her back against a brick wall several feet away.

His grip is like iron, unyielding to any kind of movement. Tarn can smell the blood pumping frantically through her veins as panic grips her. He thinks briefly about just taking this one as a snack, but pushes the thought away. This one will be far more helpful in the long run.

"I just wanted to have a chat. No need to cause a fuss."

[iudiciumdifficile]

Her fingertips brush the bottle of mace in her purse, but then his hand is around her wrist, jerking her hand away, and then her back is up against the cold wall. Fear lances through Pharma's heart like a shard of ice, sending her blood cold. She's not exactly a fragile waif, but it doesn't take much to tell that she's far oumatched by this man's strength. It's uncanny, the way his hands don't even budge, don't slip even slightly at her experimental tug. She fights to keep her breathing even.

Play along. Don't antagonize. That's what they always tell you about encounters like this. Maximize your chances of survival, they say. But it's all horseshit. There's nothing, no strategy, no secret to guaranteeing your own safety when a man in a fucking mask slips out of the dark and gets you in an iron vice. She glares at him, her glasses slightly askew.

"A chat, right." Her voice is dry, a touch hoarse. "Guys like you always want to chat."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Hush." Tarn presses close, leaning down to better look his prey in the eye. "I don't want trouble. It would be in your best interest to listen." He lets go of one wrist in favor of fixing her glasses and brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"You are going to be a great help to me."

[iudiciumdifficile]

She recoils from his touch -- it chills her skin, sending the hairs on the back of her neck standing in a shiver. She jerks her hand away as soon as he lets go, though she doesn't try to pull herself totally free just yet. Making a break for it now would be a mistake -- he'd just catch up to her. He'd managed to sneak up on her so easily. He has her at a serious disadvantage.

The eyes staring back at him from behind those glasses are hard, angry, and her jaw is clenched taut. "I cannot imagine," she grinds out, "what kind of deluded psychosis possesses a man to put on a mask and assault women in the dark, but I highly doubt I'll be taking part in it."