AN: Demon!Emma. Been planning this one for a while :) hope you like it!
Emma wasn't evil, not by her own means of living anyways, she was just a bit darker than most. It wasn't until after she'd given her son away and she was released from prison anything ever happened to her. It had been a coven, looking for almost anyone, that had gotten her when she was still trying to get her life together.
It was just a few months after she'd been released from prison. On her way to the half-way house she was staying at until she got enough for her own place. They'd snatched her off the street and covered her head.
It was a blur after that. Fear bubbled under her skin like boiling water as she wondered if she'd be found dead tomorrow morning. She was blindfolded and all she heard were whispers of chanting, hissing of snakes, scraping of metals and above it all she tried to focus on more that her panicked heartbeat. There was a sharp pain in her throat and then what felt like a needle being slipped into her veins.
She blacked out.
When she woke up, she was in her bed, and she wondered if it had all been a nightmare from her sleep deprivation. Then she felt it, something slithering under her skin, dark and awake. It whispered to her stories of its life and she realized that coven –that evil fucking coven—had put a monster inside her.
It wasn't trying to dominate her life; it made that clear, whispering into the back of her brain that it just wanted to survive. At first she hated it. She had to share her body with a demon of all things. She changed her tune, however; when a drunken man tried to force himself on her.
It took control, slithering through her bloodstream and winding around her muscles, as she suddenly saw the world through two different points of view. It hissed that it could help her be strong when people assumed she was weak like this man. She felt a sick sense of power and joy as it snapped the man's hand and crushed them like they were paper. The man screamed and she watched as her hand cut up and jammed his jaw back and up into his skull. He choked and sputtered before she twisted his neck and he slumped down beside her.
Life suddenly got easier.
Emma stayed in control most of the time and the demon, Agiel, took control when she needed assistance. It whispered to her at night before she slept of its days when it was alive and how it came to die and why it was the way it was. She took comfort in not being alone anymore.
She lost herself in its power sometimes. When she'd catch a guy in an alley with a screaming girl and nobody even looked. Sometimes she'd let it have control during the day and it'd eat things it'd never tried and drink things it'd never heard of. Sometimes she thinks that maybe it liked not being alone too.
Looking in the mirror when it was in control was strange. She could see though its eyes and her own at the same time. Like a chameleon, one eye saw one thing and the other saw something else, that was how it appeared to her. It still took getting used to.
When she met Regina, she stirred with want; she wanted this woman in a new way. Agiel stirred under her skin, telling her to make her their own. It wasn't the first time they agreed.
After fights and tossed insults Emma eventually convinced the woman she wasn't here to take Henry. She was a demon now, and while she pulsed with protectiveness she would never wish Regina to suffer like that.
Emma trained on her own to tune into the power Agiel allowed her. She wanted to be strong enough to protect Regina and Henry should she have to. She used it once on Graham when he kissed her, she punched him in the gut and left him there, winded. She only wanted Regina.
Anyone who got in the way would pay one way or another. Emma smirked into the mirror as she got ready for bed with her resolve to get closer to Regina settled in her chest. To have a real family.
Her eyes turned black.
