Just under four centuries of Demonic life means Pytho is no longer a random grunt of a demon. However, he is still far from holding the power possessed by the big leagues of the demonic hiearchy. In addition to the standard abilities possessed by all demons he has developed the following powers.
Telekinesis: Pytho is a very talented telekinetic. He is capable of moving medium sized objects such as people with ease. He can move heavier objects such as cars, but will visibly strain while doing so.
Terrakinesis: A newly acquired power, or at least by a demon’s standard, Pytho is capable of producing earthquakes. At present these earthquakes are minor and limited to his immediate surroundings. It would be enough however to free him from a Devil’s Trap if a hunter let their guard down.
Trigger Warning: Depictions of violence and torture.
The demon known as Pytho sat with restraints wrapped around his wrist and a crudely drawn Devil’s Trap etched on the floor beneath. It was the carving rather than the restraints that kept the demon in place, stopped him from ripping apart the men who stood before him with his bare hands. As it was, the demon regarded them with a cool air. The demon’s regal bearing gave the air of someone on a throne rather than a prisoner at his captive’s mercy.
“Well gentleman, shall we get on with it or are you just going to stand around all day?” He drawled with thinly veiled contempt in his voice. These two were amateurs who had managed to capture him by a fluke of luck, a poorly considered action on Pytho’s part. He had clearly spent too long playing the dutiful husband and father. It would be fun playing mind games with these two while waiting on them to let their guards down enough for him to escape and they would let their guards down.
“Shut up, you’re not in charge here. We are” one of his captives yelled before splashing holy water over the demon’s handsome features. His flesh sizzled and a grunt of pain escaped the hell spawn. These two may be idiots, but that didn’t mean holy water didn’t sting like a bitch. “Why are you here?” His companion queried. Another splash of holy water, another grunt of pain was drawn from the demon; although this one was closer to a hiss.
“What can I say? He has a charming family especially sweet Maya” the words spoken with a clear leer to them. The Demon wanted to give the impression he had sexual interest in the daughter of the man he possessed. The truth was a little bit different though. He was there for Maya, but not for anything as common place as pleasures of the flesh. He’d been assigned to watch her by Azazel, his master and the current ruler of hell. The girl was special, capable of great power which Pytho had been fortunate enough to witness once or twice and Azazel wanted that power for himself. If rumours were to be believed there were others like Maya out there. Humans who had developed abilities not found in a run of the mill psychic. Pytho didn’t tend to pay much heed to such rumours. If Azazel wanted him to know about it he would.
“His daughter? You sicko” the hunter who had first hit him growled out with disgust evident in his tone. The man made to lunge for the Demon before his companion dragged him back and reminded him that he wouldn’t hurt the demon, but could kill the man buried deep inside. Ah good a sentimental bunch. That I can work with he thought cruelly. Pytho wouldn’t have hesitated had their roles been reversed. Nathan was disposable, his wife was disposable, these hunters were disposable, everyone but Maya who had been chosen for a higher purpose.
“I must commend you gentleman. Four years, four years I have spent possessing Nathan here without someone so much as casting me a second glance and it took you both two weeks to figure it out, well done.” The fact the others Nathan spoke of knew nothing of the supernatural was left unsaid. It would be interesting to see if they took the comment at face value or seen the cutting sarcasm behind it.
“Four years? But that was when Nathan began to turn his life around” the man uttered shocked. He was clearly shaken by the fact a demon seemed to have made its hosts life better rather than worse. The fact he had researched enough to make the connection ought to be commended Pytho supposed.
“Oh yes, precious Nathan here was an abusive asshole who likely would have continued his downward spiral had I not come along. It was I who feigned a break down and it was I who promised to become a better man.” Pytho smirked at their incredulous expressions enjoying how he had managed to throw them off balance with nothing but words. “You humans like to portray us demons as mindless beasts incapable of anything but violence and debauchery, but I had a role to play and I played it well. After all, who were hunters like you more likely to look at if they traipsed into town? An abusive drunk hated by all who knew him or a respected dentist with his own practice and a father and daughter who adored them.” Again he fed them half-truths while letting them believe he was spilling it all. He did have a role to play, but it wasn’t a fear of hunters which stayed his hand; rather it was a desire to earn Maya’s trust.
The demon smirked as the sound of a cell phone disturbed their interview. The duo stepped out of the room to answer it. Idiots, as if it took two to take a phone call. When they returned to the room they would find it empty. The ground surrounding the chair ripped in two as though a mini earthquake had taken place. The flapping of a nearby window revealed his means of leaving that room. They would surely meet again one day soon and this time Pytho would be ready.