Damien sat in the interrogation room awaiting what was to come. His rather nice dress shirt and blue jeans spattered in dried blood some of it his own from a bloody and broken nose. he had been in this room for nearly 24 hours already refusing to answer any questions; much to the interrogating officers ire. he only repeated that he wouldn't talk to anyone but either the sheriff or a lawyer. the problem with that is that the man he killed earlier was his father and the sheriff was his uncle.

'probably wants me dead anyway' Damien looked down and started fidgeting with the hand cuffs keeping him here, 'just need to talk to him. tell him that it was an accident'

but then dark thoughts crept through his mind. ones that he had been trying to push down and lock away.

'but it wasn't an accident. he pushed first and you were only too happy to push back. just looking for an excuse to end him.' without him realizing it the fidgeting had turned to him pulling at the chain, 'he was your father in writing only! after all those years of not once being there for you when you needed him! he fucking deserved it!'

His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened again and a well-dressed man in a white suit strolled in rather casually adjusting a red necktie with one hand and holding a briefcase in the other. Damien assumed this would be his lawyer who sat across from him whistling a familiar tune. He couldn't remember where he had heard it before. After putting the briefcase on the table he set his hands on top of it and started twiddling his thumbs continuing his performance for a bit longer.

A few minutes of silence followed in which the lawyer seemed to study Damien with a critical eye as if seeing if the youth would blink first. Something about his eyes was really unsettling and that's when he noticed the lawyer's eyes didn't look human at all. They were flecked in gold and had vertical pupils like a reptiles. Damien blinked in surprise and suddenly his reptilian eyes were replaced with a set of normal ones.

"Shall we begin Damien?"

Damien looked past the lawyer to the one way mirror behind him.

"I don't think That's a good idea to talk at the moment. they're listening in."

"Not to worry, they wont hear us. they wont even remember we were here."

"How do you know?"

As if on cue the sheriff's deputy stood in the door, "hold on were having issues with the audio. the sheriff told us that no one was to talk to Damien in private until further notice so I'm going to have to listen in on the conversation."

The lawyer turned his head, "try if you must but what me and my client discuss will remain confidential and between only the two of us."

The deputy looked like he was about to start arguing but the door slammed shut of its own accord, catching his hand in the doorjamb. In a split second his hand was separated from the rest of him before he could register it. Damien was expecting the scream that surely would follow an injury like that, but it never came. the deputy could only look at the fresh wound in shock before fainting.

Still struggling to process what had just happened Damien put his attention to the lawyer who reached across the table and tapped on the chain connected to his handcuffs and they started to rust and corrode until they were only dust.

"Humans have no respect, do they? pretty helpless creatures too. hard to believe even I was human at one point."

"Who are you?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked young man, names Mephistopheles. The devil's advocate, i seek out people in in their darkest hour and give them a helping hand in exchange for their souls. Except I'm more like a talent scout in this case. Hell could really use your help."

"What could the devil possibly want with me?" Damien asked, "besides the fact that I murdered someone today?"

"Well you wont believe me but for starters you're a Nephilim; Half angel, half human. This means you have some real potential for some jobs his majesty might need done. You would be able to access places that those with infernal blood can't. We already have people down below ready to prepare you for such tasks." The lawyer leaned back and smiled revealing his reptilian eyes once more. "But whether or not you believe me doesn't change the fact that your in some pretty deep shit."

Damien considered the offer. Refusal would mean life in prison. There was also the chance that this Mephistopheles character would just kill him considering what just happened to that deputy. It felt more like he was choosing whether to die now or die later. he looked at the deputy who was on the ground bleeding out. he was starting to look pale.

Damien looked the demon in the eye. "Where do I sign?"

The demon opened his briefcase and pulled out a gun and slid it across the table to Damien.

"First things first." He gave a wicked smile teeming with malice, "no witnesses."

Damien found himself back in the house where his future was ultimately destroyed. The limo that had brought him here waited patiently in the gravel driveway casting amber light into the dark hallway. At the very edge of the lights range was a pool of crimson and the slightest shape of a boot connected to a body that Damien was thankful he couldn't see the rest of.

Averting his gaze, he continued to his room. In the small space there wasn't much that he wasn't willing to leave behind. In fact, he already had his bags packed but his goodbye hadn't really gone as planned. He was able to stuff most of his clothes in a backpack and the few sentimental things he packed were in the suitcase nearby. the thought of running crossed his mind. if he was fast stealthy enough he could probably make it to the woods, then to the cabin.

'but i probably wouldn't get too far.' Looking down he noticed that his shirt that had started out sparkling white earlier today now looked like a completely different color. There were also some cuts and the pain in his side from being grazed with a couple of bullets. The demon had already healed them from what he could see but It still burned whenever he moved. 'and id just be on the run from both the law and a homicidal demon with an unknow amount of powers.'

With a wince he grabbed his things and set off towards the limo. Getting in Mephistopheles handed him a piece of parchment and a feather pen. David read through the terms of the contract carefully and scribbled some of his own before handing it back.

"That's it?" Mephistopheles truly looked baffled, "I ask you for an entire year of service in the name of hell and all you ask in return is 'a fresh start'. No women and riches for you, eh?"

Damien gave a nod in response. They each signed the contract as the limo lurched forward heading towards a portal that appeared in the distance. Looking out the window Damien couldn't help but feel a little nauseous. 'I knew one way or another Id ditch this place but this is not at all what I was expecting.'

A/N: end of chapter 1