Prologue- The child reborn
"Are we ready to administer the blood?" a monotone voice asked, looking over at their colleagues.
Another voice, this one feminine, scoffed. "Would anyone be ready to this, Namor. Your experiment is either going to result in the greatest weapon in the fight against the supernatural, or the gravest threat towards humanity."
Namor grunted. "How many times must I assure you of the precautions I have taken to avoid the latter of your worries?" He gestured around at the surgery room they were currently in. On the walls were arcane symbols painted on their surface. "My own design of a hybrid angel and demon trap, Enochian warding and everything else in between is more than enough to protect us. My calculations are impeccable."
The woman rolled her eyes. "And how many times in history have people relied on 'impeccable' calculations only to be completely proven wrong?"
A third voice spoke up then, interrupting their argument. "That is enough, Namor, Julia. Even if the wardings fail, there are enough Men of Letters in position to trap and, if necessary, eliminate whatever results of this experiment." The shadowy figure then nodded at Namor. "You may begin."
Namor shot Julia a smug look before picking up a large needle, the contents within shining with a soft, white light. He then approached a table where a young girl was strapped, unconscious to it. The girl had roughly cut black hair, smooth but dirty skin and was dressed in a child's hospital robe.
"It truly is a blessing that at least one angel fell close enough that we were able to capture it before others arrived," Namor commented, positioning the needlepoint above the girl's left shoulder. "And that a witch was foolish enough to come poking about with her spawn in tow."
"A witch with an angel's grace and the blood of a demon…" the unnamed third voice mused, gesturing idly at a second needle that had a thick, dark red substance within it. "I am fascinated to see what happens."
"A hundred pounds on the girl's body bursting and an eldritch storm akin to a nuclear bomb going off in our faces," Julia grumbled.
Namor and the third voice ignored her as Namor slowly injected the angel grace into the girl's body. Immediately, the child began thrashing around, the glow of the grace now shining underneath her skin as she let out an ear-piercing cry of pain. The Man of Letters jumped back as sparks of electricity began to dance around her form.
"Er, should we be concerned, Namor?" Julia asked grumpily.
Her colleague shook his head, eyes shining with fascination. "No, I had theorized that this would occur. The grace came from the angel Baraqiel, the Angel of Lightning." He stroked his chin thoughtfully as the girl continued to spasm on the table, though the sparks had quickly died down. "Perhaps it is her natural affinity for magic that has allowed the grace to, so far anyway, acclimate itself into her body?"
Julia raised an eyebrow, sharing a look with the shadowy third person, before glancing at the second needle. "It seems like this is good enough, doesn't it? Do we really need to inject the subject with demon's blood as well, especially from…her…" When Namor glared over at her, she shrugged. "I'm just saying, we only had a small amount of Lilith's blood to begin with, and we were lucky to get even that before the American's cleaned up the site of her death, but all of it is going into this quite frankly iffy project."
"All in the name of science, Julia. And protection humanity against the abominations of the world."
"And yet your solution to that problem is to create possibly the worst one of all!" the woman smirked. Despite her words, she was actually just as curious as to the result of Namor's work, she just wanted to rile him up. "For all we know, this thing could turn out worse than a Nephilim."
Namor rolled his eyes. "I don't recall this much protest from you when I brought this up to the Council."
Julia shrugged. "Just saying…"
With a grunt, Namor stomped over to the table with the demon blood needle. Returning to the child, he ignored her screams and quickly injected her with the red substance.
Unlike the grace, the effects of the corrupted blood took several minutes before showing themselves. Almost ten minutes of intensified screaming later, the girl suddenly went silent as her body collapsed onto the table. A split second later, her eyes snapped open, pupils a pure black ringed with golden irises. Her body convulsed and a shockwave blasted the three individuals off their feet and flying against the walls. The walls themselves began to crack as the very air seemed to rumble with power. Electricity once again began to manifest, this time arching from the girl's body to the nearest surfaces.
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All across the world, the angels that had survived the fall from heaven clutched their heads as they felt an intense pressure touch their minds. Some angels would even start crying, unknowingly echoing the child who had been reborn as something more.
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In heaven, the angel named Metatron staggered as he felt the psychic feedback from the unknown girl's powers awakening. He swore, as he looked down at Earth, that he could see a bright light somewhere on the landmass known as England.
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Down in Hell, every demon immediately felt the power of a suffering soul, though none felt it nearly as strongly as the king of hell Crowley. An intrigued look appeared on his face as he contemplated what exactly it was that had shaken the very foundations of his kingdom.
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The archangel Gabriel, chained and bloodied in a secluded fortress of Hell, was dimly surprised in the back of his mind to feel the grace of a newborn angel explode into existence. His captor, who was also nearby, smirked and looked up.
"Well, well, well…looks like something just as interesting as yourself has taken to the board, boy," Asmodeus, Prince of Hell, grinned at the imprisoned archangel.
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Julia was the first to die, barely able to utter a curse before she was disintegrated by a lightning bolt. The next to go was the mysterious voice, who was able to press a button before they too were reduced to ashes.
"Incredible…more than anything I could have cal-," Namor was able to comment before he died the same way as his two colleagues, just before a group of men and women stormed into the room.
They were met with the sight of the girl, now freed from her bindings floating just above the table where her toes brushed against its top. Despite the room being more than ten feet in diameter, the assembled humans could see the shadows of wings stretching from wall to wall, their source the girl.
Not wasting any time, the group began chanting and the child began thrashing in the air, the shadows of her wings growing more intense as she held her head in pain.
"I-I can see..!" the girl whined, curling up into a fetal position in midair. "S-see all of you!" As the chanting increased in intensity, she let out an even more pained cry. "Wh-why do the words…hurt?" Her eyes snapped open again and focused on the nearest human. "STOP HURTING ME!"
With her scream, the unfortunate individual let out their own as their body was suddenly folded in two with a crack. Three more of the gathered Men of Letters had an intensely bright light erupt from their eyes and mouths, collapsing onto the ground seconds later. The last of the humans in the room tried to flee but were disintegrated by the lightning that was still wildly flying about.
As her power continued to rage around her the girl began crying, floating slowly back down to the table where she remained for several seconds before, with a hiccup, she stumbled down from her place of rest and staggered towards the door. A fresh wave of pain forced her to her knees however and she whined at the intensity of it. Her wings, which still remained visible in their shadowy form, spread out fully and caused another shockwave that destroyed the room completely.
Just before the building collapsed onto her, the girl disappeared, reappearing on the side of a lonely dark road. Her wings, apparently exhausting themselves from the effort of teleporting her to her new location, flickered and disappeared as she staggered blindly into the middle of the road just as a sleek black car swerved to avoid her. Swaying, the girl only had time to see two figures, one much taller than the other, leap out of the car before unconsciousness claimed her.
None of them would realize the impact of the girl's awakening until the world behind the known one came for her.
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So, I have no idea if a witch would actually be able to handle the grace of an angel and the blood of a demon, let alone that of Lilith. My weak ass excuse is the unpredictability of a child being the key factor cos seriously, children will always surprise you, especially teens.
Quick note, this takes place probably a few weeks after the Fall. And yes, this new player on the board is pretty Mary Sue-ish, blatantly so. What can I say, I like writing powerful characters. Make no mistake, I don't plan her on doing what Jack did (becoming God which I'm still iffy about tbh), but she's probably just under the level of the newborn Jack.
What would her species be, cos I'm assuming there isn't a witch/angel/demon hybrid in the show. If there is I completely missed it.