Stiles always thought he was a normal human and he always tried his best to keep it that way. He didn't get the bite from Peter, Derek, or Scott. But when the Nogitsune was ripped out of his soul it awakened something that no one had anticipated o...
Stiles walked along the sidewalk, sipping from his coffee that he got from the local coffee shop, not noticing that Caroline was following him from a twenty foot distance.
Stiles stopped in front of a crowd that had gathered around a street preacher.
"Save your soul! It's up to you! I ask you to repent! Repent your sins before it is too late! It is the end of times! The Devil walks among us!" The Street Preacher shouted to everyone through a megaphone.
"That's kinda true," Stiles commented.
"Bless you," The Preacher said to Stiles,"Have you seen the face of the Devil?"
"Every time I wake up in the morning, pal," Stiles replied.
"Exactly! He's in all of us! In our every moment of weakness. Look at this world! The sin, the lust! It is the Devil and his children's touch," The Preacher told everyone.
"Okay, do not bring me or my cousin into this," Stiles said,"The Devil might be a part of it, but we're not."
The preacher sighed, looking more annoyed and he lowered the megaphone and approached Stiles,"What's your problem, pal?"
"What?" Stiles said, confused.
"Yeah, uh, why don't you move your shtick along. Okay, I'm not sharing my tips with you, if that's what you're angling for," He growled.
"Oh, so this is just an act?" Stiles said, starting to lose control of his temper,"You're pretty good."
"Why don't you go bother somebody else? You're bad for business," The Preacher said, bringing the megaphone back up to his mouth,"The Devil--"
"Isn't finished with you yet!" Stiles interrupted,"You see, what I hate more than anything is a liar, someone who doesn't believe in what they say."
"So, what are you going to do about it?" He challenged.
"Make you a believer," Stiles said, grinning sadistically, and he showed the Preacher his true face.
The Preacher dove backward in fear,"S-S-Stay away!" He shouted, turning to the other people gathered around,"HE'S THE DEVIL!" He said pointing at Stiles, and everyone just stared at him, looking between the preacher and Stiles while talking indistinctly.
The Preacher dropped his bucket of money and ran away and everyone rushed around to try and pick it up.
"He's the Devil! He's the Devil," The Preacher screamed as he continued to run away.
Stiles just shrugged and as Caroline approached him from behind, Stiles disappeared, like he was never there at all.
Stiles' eyes narrowed on Caroline from the roof of the building he was on.
He knew she was a vampire, but he didn't know who she was.
Stiles took another drained the last of his coffee and shoved his hand in his pocket, his brows furrowed in confusion as he felt something in his pocket.
"What the hell?" Stiles mumbled as he pulled out a golden twelve inch dagger.
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"An archangel blade," Jack said, appearing next to Stiles.
"Is this yours?" Stiles asked him.
"No, it's yours," Jack corrected,"You made it."
"No, I didn't," Stiles told him, looking down at the blade.
"Angels have blades made specifically for them, and your subconscious knows that. So it made you a weapon," Jack said.
"Did you have one?"
"No, my power was channeled in different ways," Jack replied,"But I must warn you. That blade can kill almost anything, including yourself."
Stiles looked at the golden blade with a new point of view, what could possibly be the only thing that could kill him now sat in the palm of his hand,"Thanks for the warning. But how do I get rid of it. I can't exactly carry it around with me."
Jack grabbed Stiles' wrist and put it above the golden blade. Jack pushed a bit of his power into Stiles, making Stiles' eyes glow a demonic red and the archangel blade disappeared in a flash of light.
"It will come back when you need it," Jack said before leaving Stiles there standing alone.
Stiles looked back down to the street and saw several black SUV's driving down the street and in the direction of the Salvatore school, and he recognized one of them in the passenger seat. Gerard Argent.
Time Skip
Gerard and the other hunters waited until nightfall and they pulled up to the school, everyone of them loading their guns.
Gerard turned toward his hunters a sick smile on his face,"Shakespeare wrote 'The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords'. Today we lift up our swords for the peace of never having to fear for our children's lives because of those monsters that dare see themselves as human."
Gerard expected a cheer, but there was only silence, and he felt a chill crawling up his spine. An unseen aura of rage seemed to waft over the group of hunters.
"What happens when you release the dogs of war?" A voice asked from behind Gerard.
Gerard vaguely recognized the voice and he turned and saw Stiles standing a few feet behind him, in front of the gate of the school.
"Stiles Stilinski," Gerard said,"The last time I saw you I released you to your father bloody and bruised."
Stiles scoffed, looking at Gerard with suppressed anger,"You know you really confuse me. You preach about protecting your children but you threatened to kill your granddaughter."
"And where is she now?" Gerard asked smugly, knowing exactly what happened to Allison.
Stiles' knuckles popped as he closed his fist,"You seem to know a lot of Shakespeare. Can you finish this quote 'Hell is empty...'" He started, trying to keep a calm mask.
"And all the Devils are here," Gerard finished automatically.
"And all the Devils are here," Stiles repeated, his eyes starting to glow a demonic red,"I am here!"
Gerard paled in shock, and he raised his gun and shot Stiles with a wolfsbane laced wooden bullet.
Stiles took a step back, grunting in pain, he put a hand to his chest where the bullet had hit but not penetrated the skin.
Stiles smiled at Gerard, then before he could react Stiles grabbed his gun and crushed it in his hand like it was made of tinfoil.
"Boo!" Stiles said, as his demonic face came out, and Gerard screamed right before Stiles stabbed him with his archangel blade, and Gerard looked like he exploded from the inside, a white light coming out of his nose, mouth, and eyes as his soul vaporized.
Stiles looked back to the rest of the hunters, his human face returning.
"I've never done this before on purpose, but let me give it a shot," Stiles said, as he flexed his shoulders, feeling the weight of his wings as Stiles started to glow with a demonic red light and behind him the shadow of his wings raised,"You were told lies by Gerard Argent, you come here to kill children because of their gifts! These children and school are under my protection! If you dare return, Heaven will not help you!" He roared in his demonic voice, and when he finished a wave of red magic exploded out of Stiles blasting the cars and hunters away.
Change Of View
Hope Mikaelson's eyes shot open as she heard a noise coming from outside, she rushed to her window throwing open the curtain and saw a dark red light exploding over the school in front of the gate and she saw the faint outline of what looked like angel wings in the shadow of the light.
Then it was just gone, the light, the shadow, everything, like it never existed.
