Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for child abuse, abandonment, verbal abuse, attempted murder, sexual assault of the gang rape type and extreme violence in graphic detail.
For better or for worse
Clarke Griffin hadn't realized that her mother, Abby cared so little about her. And that she preferred so many people over her.
There were multiple people that weren't by blood related to Abby Griffin, but she loved them more than she loved Clarke.
In the town where Clarke and her mother and father had lived for years in Arizona, and she had truly believed that she had a loving family, until her father had died when she was fifteen, of cancer.
Then her mother had become more honest about how much she loathed her own daughter.
And when Abby had begun to be sweet and attentive to a bunch of others; a group of actual criminals. A group of men; Bellamy Blake, John Mbege, John Murphy, Nathan Miller, Jasper Jordan, Dax Summers, Atom Worth and a few others, and a couple of women; Raven Reyes and Octavia Blake.
A group of complete random strangers, and Abby chose them over Clarke.
From then on, after Clarke turned fifteen and after her father died, Abby would throw endless unloving comments to her.
About how she preferred it if Clarke had been killed at birth, how Abby wished that she had never had Clarke because Clarke had turned out to be such a disappointment to her.
Comment after comment, Abby had been sure to cut Clarke down emotionally, tell her how disgusting she found Clarke just for existing.
Clarke came to hate Abby. And Bellamy, Octavia, Jasper, Murphy and the others were happy to make Clarke feel exactly the same. This went on for four years.
When at last, Clarke was nineteen years old, it seemed that the people that Clarke knew who were supposed to care about, decided that it was time for her to leave. And when Clarke had looked at them, shocked at their statement that she was to leave them, they started chasing her.
They chased her with sticks and rocks and knives.
Clarke, horrified and scared, fled and ran to the desert. She knew that there probably wasn't much she could do as a means of surviving in the desert, but she had nowhere else to go.
She kept running, hoping that the people after her would stop chasing her, but to her growing fear, she could hear them running more, gaining on her.
And she burst out crying when she heard her mother's yells joining the yelling behind her.
Her mother, who was supposed to love her, but had never loved her, sneered out loudly, "Time to get rid of the bitch that I never should have given birth to!"
Clarke's tears streamed down her face when she heard that.
She couldn't believe that her mother hated her so much. If Abby had never wanted her, then why had she ever had her?
Clarke got up to a large rock and climbed up it, looking over as the pack of thugs chased her.
She glared, still crying as she screamed down at her mother, "Why?! Why did you even give birth to me if you hated me?!"
Abby scowled up at Clarke as she said, smirking, "I didn't know you'd be such a disappointment. How was I to know that you would be such a disappointment? I should have bashed your skull in as soon as you were born."
Clarke gasped, heart hurting.
This was what her mother wanted. Her to die.
Clarke reached into her pocket, pulling something out. A year ago, she had gone to a library and had found something that was in some of the more far back and concealed by other shelves. It was a large rock with bizarre markings on it. She had been allowed to take it from the library, because….well, she had stolen it. Yes, she felt bad for it, but she had been angry. She felt like her life was falling apart. Her mother didn't love her. Her mother had rallied a bunch of awful people against her. Clarke stole this rock, but because she'd been in pain at the time.
Clarke stretched her arm back and chucked the rock hard, aiming for Bellamy Blake's head.
Bellamy Blake, Clarke's mother loved more than anyone. Bellamy Blake was a verbally abusive man that treated younger men like weapons and was clearly a pedophile. He had one time tried to get Clarke to sleep with him when she was fifteen, she had told him to go fuck himself and he had hit her right across her face.
Clarke aimed the rock at Bellamy, both to hurt him and to hurt her mother.
And what happened?
Bellamy jumped out of the way.
The rock was flung down and slammed against another rock, the small rock she had chucked, splitting open and falling onto the ground.
Clarke gasped. The rock was split open and something fell out of the cracked case of the rock.
It looked almost like liquid sand, then it crumpled, dissolved into the sand below it, and began to spread out, the sand becoming dark. Almost as if what had fallen out of the rock was a good portion of water.
The dark patches of the sand spread all around, becoming a huge oval all around Abby and the group below.
Clarke's eyes widened, gasping.
She could see that Bellamy, Abby and the others saw what was happening, because they had looked down at the thrown rock that had cracked open and were watching the dark patches expanding.
Clarke didn't understand.
What was happening?
The ground began to open up.
Clarke's eyes grew huge.
The ground opened up and figures emerged, rising up out of the ground.
Clarke's mouth dropped open, watching.
There was a huge group of them.
She counted them quickly as they stood up out of the ground, surrounding Abby, Bellamy and the others.
And each of them had huge black bat wings on their backs, and long, thick tails, each of them.
Some of them had horns.
Clarke shuddered, watching as these figures leaned in close to their prey.
John Murphy, who liked to call himself Murphy, pulled out his small knife and lunged for the horned, winged and tailed figure, screaming fiercely.
This ended badly for him.
The figure in front of Murphy, shot his arm out; the figure before Murphy, was a large man with black hair and he gripped Murphy's neck, then grabbed Murphy's right shoulder with his other hand and pulled, separating Murphy's head from his body.
Clarke screamed, hands going to her mouth as she watched this.
Murphy's head went flying.
It landed on the ground outside of the oval.
Another figure, a woman, lashed her arm out, her claw stretching out and slicing across Dax's throat. Then across Drew's throat, then across several others' throats.
Another man jammed his claws deep into the top of Miller's skull, slicing through his skull and brain, blood flowing out of him as he screamed, then his scream died down and he slowly dropped down to the ground, the claws sliding out of his head as he did.
As Miller died, several more of these creatures that Clarke couldn't help but assume were demons, lunged forward.
One of them pushed their hands through Atom's chest, pulling his heart out and crushing it. Atom screamed, standing upright, shaking in pain for several seconds, before dropping down onto the ground on his stomach, blood pooling out from under him.
Raven's head was torn from her body. Octavia's body was torn open, her entrails spilling out.
Jasper's upper torso was torn from his lower torso.
Mbege's body was literally torn in half, vertically. Blood and entrails and bones and various other internal organs were now scattered around the ground.
Clarke was frozen where she was, horrified and she felt her blood turn cold.
Abby and Bellamy were the only two left.
The group of people-who again, Clarke was positive were demons, if the horns, wings and tails were anything to go by, were all dressed in startlingly normal clothes. T-shirts, jeans, boots, shoes, jackets.
The wings were sticking out of holes in the back of the shirts.
The tails were connected to the lower back of the creatures, and so were hanging over the hem of their pants.
The tails were all flesh colored, thick and long.
Slowly, one of these demons turned to Clarke. It was one of the women. She was white and had very dark brown hair and brown eyes as she looked up at Clarke. She smiled and said, having a startling quality to her voice; that being a Russian accent.
She said, "Clarke, you don't have to worry anymore. They will never hurt you again."
Clarke gaped at this woman. They knew her name?
Bellamy was kneeling by Octavia's corpse, shaking and crying. Clarke couldn't even find it within herself to be happy that he was in pain over his awful sister's death. He was worse than Octavia, sure, but still…Clarke just didn't know how to react.
"What are you?!" Abby screamed and then looked up at Clarke, hatred in her brown eyes. "This is your fault!" She screamed at Clarke, "I don't know how, but somehow this is your fault! You should kill yourself, you unlovable piece of garbage!"
Clarke couldn't even wince, she was in so much shock right now-that was, till one of the demons lunged forward and with a swipe of that demons claw, tore Abby's stomach right out.
Abby screamed and Clarke gasped, her hands again covering her mouth.
Abby screeched in pain, stumbling back, blood and gore spilling out of her as she slammed down onto her rear on the ground from the wound in her stomach, gripping her stomach in agony.
The demon who had wounded Abby, one of the women, with her long, brown hair, laughed and she grinned. "How do you like that, Abby? How do you like being treated like trash, just like you've treated your daughter for years?"
Bellamy at last stood up, his hands clenching into fists as he charged these demons.
Of course, this was a very bad idea on his part. Not that he likely was going to get out of this alive, anyway.
Two of the male demons, one black, another white, turned around, and faced Bellamy and they swung their hands, claws outstretched.
A claw drew across Bellamy's lower jaw, and Bellamy's lower jaw was sliced right off.
Clarke screamed, watching as Bellamy's jaw fell onto the sand, blood dribbling all over it.
Bellamy's tongue and upper jaw stuck out, without his lower jaw and he gave weak groans of pain in response, as tears flowed down his face.
Finally, Clarke tried to back away.
This did her no good.
Because one of the demons suddenly rushed forward, swooping around where Clarke stood and stopped right behind her and causing Clarke to cry out, staring at the figure who cut her off before she could run.
It was the male demon. White with black or dark brown hair. He had two small horns poking out of his forehead.
He said, his voice low and somewhat gravelly, "Going somewhere, baby girl?"
Clarke whimpered, "Please, I'm not one of them. Why do you want to kill me?"
"Kill you?" The male demon asked, snorting the words out, "Is that what you think? Clarke, we don't want to kill you. We would never kill you. We've wanted you, since we saw you, the very day when you picked up that rock at the library. It's a rock that held something that allows us to enter this world. And it allowed us to see you, from the world where we're from."
Clarke stared at the male demon, not understanding.
She heard tearing noises behind her, then heard Abby and Bellamy both scream. The screams that the two of them let out? Are absolutely bloodcurdling.
Clarke cringed and looked behind her.
Both Abby and Bellamy were torn apart then. Their arms torn off, their spines torn out, their organs torn out, and the both of them dropped onto the ground in pieces.
Clarke felt bile in her throat at the sight.
She gasped when she felt a hand cup her chin, forcing her face to look at the male demon. Clarke shuddered as she looked at male demon.
The male demon smiled and asked softly, "Does this make you happy, baby girl?"
Clarke shook slightly.
The man spoke then, voice making Clarke shiver in something she knew that she should never feel under these circumstances; arousal.
The male demon said, "We'll look after you, Clarke. We'll give you the love you've wanted for so long."
"Just let us take you with us," She heard a woman's voice by her ear, and felt hands at her hips, "We're going to take you to our world, my love."
She felt herself being dragged gently to the other demons and the male demon followed.
They moved to where the other demons were, surrounding the decimated pieces of meat at their feet.
"Please let me go," Clarke protested, trying to squirm in the grasp of the woman demon, but she felt two hands place themselves on her wrists, keeping her arms from struggling.
"Shh," another woman's voice said, "There's nothing to be scared of anymore, Clarke. We'll take care of everything."
"We know you don't have any reason to trust us," one of the male demons said, "But we only want to love and take care of you."
"We've watched you for a long time," another male demon said, "We know how these people treated you. We wanted to kill them for what they did and for how they treated you, sweet girl. They are getting what they deserve. And we're going to take care of you now."
Clarke tried to make sense of what she was going through right now, and cried out when she felt bat wings wrap around her, and felt a shift in movement.
Not a shift in movement, as in she was moving backwards, but as if she was being moved along on a train or plane or something.
The world around her flashed in a blur, then it stopped.
When the world stopped, Clarke glanced around her. There were sheer cliff faces all around her, but they looked very different from the ones in the Arizona desert.
The cliffs were all covered with odd twisting black jagged rocks.
"Where are we?" Clarke asked weakly.
"Our home," one of the women said, "Yours now, as well as ours."
Clarke was pulled along down the rock, to a vast building, that was long and almost endless, but was made from black stone.
"This is our house," One of the men said, "We live here. Rule here. You will rule with us."
"Wh-why would you want me to rule with you?" Clarke asked, her voice shaky.
"Do you believe in soulmates, Clarke?" The woman who had first spoken, who had a Russian accent, "Because sometimes demons have human soulmates. That's you for us, Clarke."
Clarke shook her head, not quite believing all this.
As she was pulled into the building and down the huge hallway, both walls of the hall covered with paintings, she saw many people around her, or rather, not people. Demons.
They all had wings and tails and horns.
One of the women at the head of the group, with shoulder length blonde hair, dressed in red and blue, ordered all the other demons, "Look at your new queen," she gestured to Clarke, "Clarke Griffin. Bow to her."
To Clarke's shock, all of the demons in the halls, did as the woman ordered; they bowed down to her, their heads lowering to the floor.
"You see?" One of the men said, looking at Clarke, "You will have everything here."
They carried her through the hall, the group ignoring her squirms, trying to ignore the hands gently stroking her hair and her back.
They carried her to a far back room, where there was a massive bed with extremely soft appearing blankets and sheets.
"Don't worry," One of the women said, "Like we said, we'll take care of you."
Clarke shuddered as she asked, voice fragile, "Who are you? What are you?"
"We are demons," one of the other women said, and Clarke heard an accent from her too, an accent that Clarke couldn't recognize, "We are the kings and queens of demons of this part of the world." She gestured to herself and said, "My name is Wanda," and she gestured to the male demon next to her with white hair, "This is Pietro, my twin brother."
All of the other demons introduced themselves. Bruce. Carol. Steve. Tony. Natasha. Pepper. Sam. Clint. Laura. Yelena. Melina. Peggy. Hela. Elektra. Jessica. Frank. And several others.
They push Clarke gently till she was dropping onto the bed, seated on the edge as she looked up at them, frightened.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Bruce assured her, "We won't hurt you."
"No?" Clarke asked hoarsely, "Then can I leave? If you're not going to hurt me, then let me go. That's what I want you to do. Let me go."
"We can't do that," one of the men said, named Stephen, smiling sadly, "You're safe here with us."
"Why would you want to go back to the human world?" Wanda asked, "It's horrid in the human world. Humans treat each other like they are dirt. As if anyone who isn't like them, needs to be punished."
Clarke tried to think of a way to compartmentalize all this. But she couldn't.
She felt herself asking, "That stone that I found in the library? What was it?"
"Nothing except a way for us to enter your world," Peggy said.
At Clarke's confused look, Natasha answered then, "We can enter the human world at will, yes, but we didn't know where specifically in the world you were, until you got your hands on that stone. And we entered your world when you needed us."
"Okay," Clarke said, not sure if this actually answered any questions she had, "But why me? Why do you want me to be your queen?"
"Clarke," Bruce said, smirking, "Didn't we tell you before? Some demons have human soulmates. You are our soulmate. To all of us."
Clarke's eyebrows furrowed. She had an uncomfortable idea of where this was going, as impossible as it all was.
"What does that mean?" Clarke asked, already guessing at the answer, "I don't understand what that means."
"We think you do," Yelena said, as she and the other demons moved closer to Clarke.
Clarke tried to pull away, but her wrists were caught each by a different demon. Yelena grabbed her left wrist and Pietro grabbed her right wrist.
Clarke tried to pull away, but she was pulled down, forced onto her stomach on the bed, feeling her shoes and socks off her feet, then felt her pants begin to be pulled down.
Clarke tried to struggle, but there were more hands holding her down.
All of the hands were being gentle, but they were keeping her down onto the bed, pulling her pants off and beginning to grope her.
Hands squeezed her ass cheeks and stroked her back and two more hands gripped her hips and lifted her up, a new hand sliding under and pressing its palm against her clit.
Clarke screamed, bucking her hips fast.
"It's alright, Clarke," Jessica said, lowering her face so that she was gently sucking at Clarke's neck, her tongue stroking against Clarke's pulse point, "We're just going to give you everything you could ever want, baby girl."
Clarke gasped as she felt hands slide under her shirt and cup her breasts through her bra, squeezing them.
She then cried out when the hand moved away from her cunt, only to be replaced by a mouth that licked at her opening from behind, softly licking against the bottom of her clit.
Clarke's eyes squeezed shut as she felt pleasure bombard her, and heard one of the men, Steve, say, "I'm next after Nat's done eating our baby girl out."
Clarke had no idea what was going on, or why these demons wanted her so much.
All she knew, was that she was going to be subjected to pleasure after pleasure at the hands of these demons. And for some reason she couldn't fathom, they wanted her to be with them.
Regardless, her life was never going to be the same after this. For better or for worse.
Unable to do anything else, Clarke cried out some more, when a hand went around her right thigh, and stroked the finger against the young blonde's clit, joining the tongue in torturing her with pleasure and Clarke's first climax of what likely was going to be countless, hit her hard.
And it was soon after her first climax, that something thick and muscled began to enter her and when Clarke looked behind her, she gasped, almost coming right there, when she saw Natasha sticking her tail into her cunt. Clarke groaned as the thick tail stroked along her clit. She was in for a long, pleasurable life, it seemed.