Take places after "IBCAOF" but before "Hammer of the gods"
Based off my own headcanon. The lower leveled demons in charge of birthing the antichrist aren't told when to expect the Morningstar to return. Sadly demons don't make very good parents, and both antichrist born before Jesse are able to escape from their demonic parents.

The low bass thumped loud enough that the walls shook even from the outside. The people outside rushed passed the hostel, trying to ignore the sounds from the building. One figure stopped walking and stared up at the shaking walls, forcing the others to move around them. A sigh echoed into the frozen air and they moved forward and into the hostel.

The inside was much warmer than it should be. The air was stifling and heavy, scented deeply with sex and weed. The figure stopped short and let the scent wash over them, indulging in the scent of sin for a moment. Shaking their head the figure traveled deeper into the hostel, eyes darting around at every passed room.

A few held couples or groups in the midst of their passion, unaware or uncaring of the eyes on them. Some pulled away from their haze long enough to call for their watcher to join them, flashing lust filled gazes as their red eyes traced the watcher's figure. A polite smile crossed the figure's lips, followed by a shake of their head.

The figure moved on, still searching for whatever drew them into this den of sin. Tilting their head the figure turned into the last room. Parting a curtain of beads they were greeted by a wave of sweet smelling smoke. Blinking away the curls of gray that came with the smoke the figure frowned down at the pile of bodies.

"Caleb" It was amazing how much could be packed into that word. Disappointment, anger,annoyance, and boredom all combated in the word. A pair of bloodshot eyes blinked open from the head of the pile. When they locked onto the figure in the doorway the face paled.

Caleb pulled himself out of his haze and away from the bodies. He kept his gaze on the figure, still wrapped in the layers the protected them from the outside air despite the heat in the room. He cleared his throat and tried to find the words.

"It's good to see you again. What brings you to Moscow?" Caleb's voice was rough and gritty, laced with a faint accent. The figure just raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the nude figure in front of them. Caleb shifted slightly, grabbing his robe to cover up.

"I found him"

He slipped slightly, catching himself on the wall as he stared at the other. His mouth worked silently for a moment before he swallowed deeply.

"You found him? Jesse?"

"Yes. The littlest antichrist."

….

Jesse looked out the blue ocean, his feet buried in warm,wet sand. It had been five months since he left his home for Australia. He was living on his own, using his powers to get what he needed. Food stores delivered to his home, clothing stores did the same. The electric and water companies kept the power in his home. Using his powers with intent wasn't that much different than when he was doing it without knowing. He lived alone, mostly because he didn't want to end up hurting someone.

A shadow passed over him, someone had moved in front of the sun that shone behind him. Jesse turned around quickly to stare up at whoever had found him. A pair of mismatched eyes stared down at him, left eyebrow raised slightly.

"You are a very difficult child to find." Jesse took a step back, finally getting a good look at the person. A woman, shorter than both his mothers, was standing in front of him. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her feet were planted deep into the sand.

He supposed that she was pretty, for a girl. Her skin was paler than a lot of people's, and her hair was a really odd shade. Like it couldn't tell if it wanted to be red or blonde and came out a penny color, it was held up in a braided bun. It was the eyes that were holding Jesse in place though. Her right eye was a light china blue, almost white in the sun, the left was deep brown almost black.

Jesse blinked up at her, still standing in the water as she stood in the sand. He was dressed in swim trunks and she was in a full outfit of cameo pants and a black tank top. He was barefoot and she was in black boots that went up under her pants. He frowned tightly, wrinkling his nose.

"How did you find me?" he asked, shifting under her gaze.

"I went to your old home." The eyebrow raised slightly higher "The pictures of this country spelt out where you went quiet nicely."

Jesse blushed slightly, remembering the large poster and pictures that were above his bed back in his old home. "But how did you find me here?"

"I know the signs. I just found the stores that were delivering without paperwork and those that couldn't remember the address after they delivered. This was the third place." She nodded slightly, head tilted to the side. "Again, you are a rather difficult child to find little antichrist"

Jesse flinched at the name, but the woman's voice held no malice. Only fact.

"You know what I am"

"It's hard not to know another of my own"

He looked up at her suspiciously. "You're an antichrist? I thought there was only one."

"Of course I am. The low level demons responsible for our birth were only told that they're needed to be an antichrist up and running for when Big Daddy got popped from his box."

"Isn't he out?"

"Oh yeah."

"Then why aren't you helping him?"

"Why aren't you?"

Jesse stared up at her, blinking slightly. It was odd to be looking at someone who knew what he was and was still near him. She smirked slightly before bending down to look him in the eyes.

"I know this is scary, kid. Trust me, a couple of years ago I was feeling the same thing." She gave him a tired smile "You ain't alone kid. I'm just like you, only older. And guess what, there's another antichrist who's older than both of us. His name is Caleb"

The woman's eyes were opened wide, letting Jesse see the truth behind them. He didn't trust her though. For all he knew the demons were using her to track him down.

"Will my powers work on you?"

At this she paused, her forehead wrinkling for a moment. "No...at least not as well. Ya can't kill me, but you can bang me up pretty well"

She stood upright again, dusting her knees off. Jesse stepped out of the water, coming closer to her. The woman made no move to grab him, merely tilted her head to the side and let him move around her.

"So why are you here?"

"I wanna help you."

"Help me what?"

"Learn. Grow. Be better than what the black eyes thought you could be"

"Why?"

She laughed softly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Because you remind me of myself, kid. A young antichrist on the run from the very people who can help. I can teach you to control and hone your powers."

Jesse watched her for a moment, feeling something in himself loosen at her words. He came closer to her, now within reach of her hands. He could see her nails were long and painted a shocking orange color. Tilting his head up he gave her a hesitant smile, she returned it with a soft one.

"You know my name. What's yours?"

"Kerri ... my name is Kerri"

And they're you go!