The Atheists and the Hale Pack sat in the Hale House. Stiles, Mary, Jason, and Alice sat close together on the couch, while the werewolves studied them, probably wondering why they're not attacking them.
"Explain." Derek demanded and Stiles sighed. He didn't want to have this conversation, but the encouraging looks on his group's faces gave him hope.
"When I was four, my parents told me that they were hunters." Stiles started to explain.
"Why so young?" Allison interrupted, causing Stiles to nearly roll his eyes.
Stiles looked annoyed, slightly. "They said that they didn't want secrets to be between us, so they dropped me out of kindergarten."
"We could do that?" Scott interrupted, and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Yes. Apparently you can become a kindergarten drop-out. So, for four years, we went around hunting. I basically was home-schooled while on the road and grew up on it. Well, I was taught self-defense and one hundred and one uses for holy water." Stiles explained. "Then my mom died, when I was eight and my dad quit the hunting thing because of it, and I was made to go to regular school."
"Your mom died, during a supernatural attack?" Scott interrupted.
"No. She died of cancer." Stiles said. "But I continued to hunt, after I found these idiotic people." Jason looked at Stiles and punched him, in the shoulder, hard from the look of it.
"Back at you bitch." Jason said and smiled. He crossed his legs and looked at the Hale Pack.
They stared at them. "Anyway, somehow we all agreed to be called the Atheists."
"Yeah. Then this happens and then that happens he quit hunting at thirteen." Alice said and pointed at Stiles who nodded.
Erica looked like she was trying to get her head around this. "Why?"
Stiles sighed and stood up. He lifted his shirt up, just enough so they could see the thin red line. "I committed suicide at thirteen with my own knife." Stiles lowered his shirt and sat back down on the couch.
"Why?" Scott asked at the same time as Lydia said, "Shouldn't you be dead then?"
"I was possessed by this really bitchy demon name Carol. She even puts Lydia to shame. So the only way was to kill myself, to get rid of it. So me killing myself, you know, damned my soul to Hell." Stiles explained.
"We tried everything, to bring him back. I tried spells, Jason and Alice went to multiple cross-roads demons, but none of them would make a deal with them." Mary explained.
"Spells?" Isaac asked confused.
Mary smiled. "I'm a witch. You know, with spells, potions, and spell books. I've known I was a witch since I was six years old."
"A witch? Really?" Scott said, looking excited.
Mary rolled her eyes. "Yes. I really am a witch."
"Okay. How did you come back to life?" Lydia asked. "If you died." The tone of her voice basically said that she didn't believe him.
"Death pulled me out of Hell." Stiles said and thought about that. "That sounded weird." He looked at the other three hunters and they nodded.
"Hell?" Isaac asked.
"Yeah. The Pit. It wasn't five months." Stiles said, and the Hale Pack gave them confused looks.
Jackson still looked confused. "What?"
"It was like fifty years." Stiles looked at the ground, remembering the screams, smell, and high pitched laughing.
"My god." Derek said, looking surprised.
"Up here it's five months. Five months in Hell is like fifty years." Stiles said and chuckled, darkly. "Hell is Hell, even for demons. It's a prison made out of flesh, bone, blood, and fear." Stiles hesitated. "They sliced and carved and tore at me, in ways that you…until there were nothing left. And then suddenly, I'm whole again at the end of the day…like magic…just so they can start all over again. For fifty years, I didn't scream out in pain, or agony, just like they wanted me to. Imagine, this thirteen year old boy getting tortured, not screaming in agony, because he damned his soul." A tear rolled down his cheek.
Jason nodded, looking down at the ground. "If you think that's bad, try Lucifer's Cage, for seventy years." He shuddered, and looked down. He obviously didn't remember Lucifer's Cage, but he knew it is really horrible in there.
"Can you imagine, kids in Hell because they damned their souls?" Alice spoke up. "If you don't, you're looking at kids who escaped Hell, three times, escaped Lucifer's Cages, saw the dark side of Earth, fought evil, and looked Death in the eyes and said 'Hi'."
"By the way, Death doesn't ride a white horse. He drives a black two door Charger." Mary said. "Stiles drove Death's car three times." Stiles smiled and nodded, then frowned again.
"I'm never going to see my mom again. Or my dad when they die and I die." Stiles said.
Allison looked at Stiles, confusion on her face. "What?"
Stiles chewed on his lower lip. "There's a Hell and there's a Heaven. I know my Mom is in Heaven, and my Dad is going to Heaven to. But me…" Stiles chuckled darkly again and looked at the Hale Pack's faces. "I'm going to Hell. They're going to Hell too." The three other hunters nodded. "Do you know how much it sucks knowing that you're already fated to go to Hell?" The Hale Pack shook their heads no. "It sucks big time. Knowing that whatever you do, you're still going to Hell."
Jason nodded. "Yeah. It's like you can do whatever you want, and know that you're going to Hell anyway."
"But you're getting rid of the evil and protecting humans. Why are you still going to Hell?" Erica asked.
Stiles rolled his eyes. Didn't he just answer that question? "Because I damned my soul to Hell. My fate is already decided. If I could, maybe I'll find a way to get off of Lucifer's List or something. But till then, nothing. Just try to live my life or something."
"So either way, we're going downstairs." Jason said, and shrugged. "Whatever we do, we know we're going to Hell. We could try to change a few minds, but you know that's by a long shot."
"Wait, when my granddad, you know beat you up, did he know you were a hunter?" Allison asked, hesitating a little.
Stiles shook his head no. "No. He didn't. He beat me up just for being friends with werewolves." Stiles rolled his eyes. "He made hunters look bad. Go around killing werewolves because they're monsters. Some hunters I know don't kill because they're monsters. They kill the ones killing humans, the others that don't kill, they leave alone. That's how we work."
"What's Lucifer's Cage?" Derek asked, he never heard of it before. He wasn't sure if these kids were telling the truth. They're hunters; they could be trained so that they could control their heartbeats when lie, but he had a feeling that they were telling the truth.
"It's a cage where Lucifer is still in. Let's say, that having him in the Cage stopped the impending apocalypse, and he's still trapped." Stiles explained.
"I fell in, about a month ago. Let's say, I somehow escaped, but left my soul behind. It was painful, getting it put back in." Jason explained.
"Death told me that when he touched it, your soul felt like it was skinned." Stiles said.
"Thanks for that image." Alice said, but leaned over Jason and patted Stiles' shoulder anyway.
"'A soul can't be broken. It can be scarred, but not broken. The soul is stronger than it looks.'" Stiles said, remembering Death's words of wisdom.
The Hale Pack gave Stiles looks of confusion. Scott finally spoke up. "Who told you that?"
Stiles shrugged. "Death told me." They stared each other off.
A/N: I needed a way to end this story, so…this is the end. Like I said, I can make a sequel, once I find the inspiration. Another badass Stiles fanfic is currently being written.
It's sort of like a hunter Stiles fic, and he's hiding some secrets of his own too. Like this one, but different.
Thanks for all the reviews, follows, and favorites you guys gave me. It helped keep me going, when I wanted to end this. You guys are awesome.