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Tiff the Odd

Somewhere, in a long-abandoned house on the outskirt of town, a dark figure moved in the darkness with what seemed to be a collapsed body resting upon its shoulder. The figure had made quite a long trip spanning no less than three different dimensions to gather what he sought, yet it had no desire to do more than what it had been ordered to do. The worthless cargo in its grasp was in fact still living: It was a but a scrap of a girl that nobody really wanted. Approaching its destination, the shadow grasped a thin white ankle and callously threw the unconscious girl on the faded blue covers of the single bed. As she landed on the old mattress in a heap of spindly limbs and too-long hair, a thick cloud of dust rose up as the rusted bedframe screamed in agony. The figure stood there for a moment, glowing eyes staring dispassionately at the pitiful scene made by the collapsed child as their owner scoffed quietly to himself. His tattoed face had not so much as twitched at his treatment of the child and his red eyes were placid and cold as the disguised demon made his way out of the pitch-black room.

Not bothering to close the door behind him since it was already half off its hinges anyways, the ancient demon now only known as Abraham made his way quietly down the corridor and down the stairs leading to the ground floor of what once may have been a cozy farmhouse but now was home to only rats and other pest. Not bothering to care if the girl in his care would be safe or not, the fiend made his way out of the house and, after taking a moment to look up at the full moon shining down on the dilapidated property now behind him, the brunet faded into the shadow of a long-dead tree: disappearing from sight and from the very air as the wind blew against the neglected house and made it creak ominously.

His Lord had asked to keep the half-breed alive and relatively secure; Abraham would follow these orders but had no intention of passing more time nor effort than necessary on a useless infant. There was better ways to occupy his time than wait upon a dull sack of flesh and bones, after all, and right now Abraham needed supplies to keep the girl fed and keep her weak body from freezing in the fast-approaching winter.

 

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Sable did not remember her mother, well, not a lot of her anyway. She remembered hearing a voice singing to her or a laugh in the background of her memories but she could not remember her face. Her mother died when she was little, around 2 or 3 so it was no wonder she couldn't remember her. She wished that her mind would erase her memories of the orphanage. That was a place that she wanted to forget. Nobody had hurt her there but she was not wanted. That's why she agreed to go with the man who appeared in her room. She had always felt different but this man claimed to be demon.

It was long though that things went dark though, the idiot man had somehow knocked her out and now she was alone in some house. She had woken up a few minutes ago, her blue eyes blinking sleepily as she looked around. She had not been outside of the orphanage for a few weeks so seeing a new place was a little jarring. She sat up on the dusty bed, coughing a little as she tried to remember more details from the other night or that night. Sable was not sure how long she had been out. The young girl was only 9 but she was considered mature for her age and she wasn't easily scared.

She was more confused than anything. Abraham. That was what the man had insisted on being called though she was sure that by the way that he had said it, it was not his real name. Sable got off the bed, her bare feet on the cold ground made her shiver. She was still in her black pajama bottoms and green shirt from that night."Hello? Abraham? Do you realize that kidnapping is a federal offense?"She called out as she held out her palm, a small flame ignited in the center.

Oh yeah, there was that. The reason that she had accepted so easily that the man was a demon. She could create fire out of nothing, an ability that she had possessed since she was little. She had been pretty good at hiding it though sometimes she accidentally lit things on fire whenever she was angry. The man had not told her why she was here and she was started to get pretty annoyed."Bodily harm to minor is also a criminal offense!"She added though she was just talking to fill the silence. She had always hated silence.

 

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Overall, Abraham's trip for supplies took no more than half an hour; gathering enough food to fill the decrepit house's pantry and finding various items to make life liveable for a half-blooded spawn was child's play for one with no regard to silly things like mortal laws or even what humans called laws of physics. With a glance he could send anything that caught his eye to a pocket dimension of his own making, that they may be as small as an apple (while the demon did not care for the girl he did not fancy having to deal with malnutrition or scurvy) to things as large as a working fridge. As such, it was with a languid pace and a bored look on his acquired face that the fiend made short work of what would have taken puny humans days to prepare.

Taking the time to pass by a promising takeout restaurant that was still in business at this late hour, Abraham took the proffered paper bag from the cashier's hand in his deceptively pale and bony grasp after giving the gullible female a wad of fake but genuine-looking cash and silently made his way under the shadow of a nearby alley to make his way back to his charge. As the shadows around him receded from his vision, glowing red eyes looked up at the pitiful state of his current base with distaste. No doubt, new appliances and a coat of fresh paint would not be enough to make this dump something even remotely worthy of himself.

No matter, it was merely a temporary way to keep his lord's sacrificial weapon under control, nothing more. Unless the wretch proved herself to be more than a mere worm underneath his shoes, there was no reason to make her pitiful existence worth any consideration; as long as she grew in strength, kept within his domain and survived, Abraham would think no more of her. There was no need to think or care about something worthless that was doomed to die in barely a human decade, after all.

Making his way inside, the fiend carelessly dropped the takeout bag on the scarred and stained kitchen table and started putting his purchases away, from the kitchen appliances that needed to be replaced to the various foodstuff that was to be put in the pantry as well as various cupboards. The girl's new clothes and toiletries would just be dumped on the child once she finally woke up. There was no need to concern himself with the pest for now.

After what felt mere minutes he felt the spawn stir upstairs and soon heard her complaining about his treatment of her. Sneering, Abraham closed the cupboard he was perusing with a bang and shook his head in disgust.

"Cease your whining and come down to eat, Worm. The food is getting cold and I don't have the patience for your foolish notions of morality and justice. Eat or starve. I do not care." While his tone was flat and toneless, the demon used a trickle of his immense demonic power to carry his voice all the way to Sable's ears as he tore said bag of food open and retrieved a packed of what smelled like dim sum. Fetching a pair of cheap chopsticks from the same bag, Abraham let himself sprawl carelessly on the nearest chair and tucked in, taking neither the loud creaking of the abused wooden seat nor his charge's reaction to his summon into consideration.

 

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Sable jumped at the sound of a voice, it must be Abraham’s voice though it was weird because she could tell that it came from downstairs but she could hear his voice so clearly in her ears. She made her way down slowly and walked into the kitchen, it was weird because it looked shitty but the pantries were stacked with all kinds of food. She looked at the food then looked at Abraham who seemed to eating some Chinese out. She stared at him for a moment before walking over to him.

“You said that you were taking me to my father!”Sable remembered something about her father and the “king of hell” but there was no way that was true, no matter how much sense that made to her. Her weird control over fire and the ability to produce it out of nothing was not normal so it figured that her father was not a normal father.”And my name is Sable, not “Worm”. Stop being an asshole.”She had colorful language for a girl who was only 9. It was something she was always being lectured about when she lived at the orphanage.

Still, Sable was hungry so she took out some of the noodles and a fork before sitting across from Abraham.”You didn’t need to knock me out. I was going to come with you.”She added with a grumble as she angrily stabbed at her food. She ate the food though it wasn’t great, it was different then the same crap the orphanage fed her on a daily basis.

“Also, how did you get all of that stuff? It’s a lot of food so if you could afford all of that then why are we living in a dump like this?”Sable asked. She wasn’t really scared of the man, she somehow knew that he really wouldn’t hurt her.

 

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Levelling an utterly unimpressed stare at the small girl before him, Abraham took a moment to stare the child into looking back down before turning his pale gaze back into the box he was currently picking his way through. He wasn't really a fan of human food, to be frank, and this thing was probably barely worthy of being called 'food' in any case, but the girl needed to be fed, and the elder demon did not fancy improvising himself into a cooking instructor or, worse, a cook tonight; thus, Chinese takeout it was.

Waiting until his current mouthful was eaten fully before answering the impetuous hellspawn, the man jabbed his chopsticks down upon the remains of his meal before he turned back his gaze upon the child that was now his responsibility. Looking her up and down in distaste, he idly noted that he probably couldn't afford to let he go without so much as a single meal at this point; she could be the poster child of 'street urchin' as far as he could tell, and that would not do.

"My lord will see you when he sees fit; as for how I wish to call or handle you, that's my prerogative." Standing up, Abraham made for the new fridge and opened it long enough to get a carton of milk along with a bottle of water from its cool depth before closing it up again. Putting the milk on the table along with an empty glass he took from what looked like midair, he sat back down. A twist of his wrist saw it that he could take a much-needed drink of ice-cold water before he gestured towards the glass on the table.

"I brought the milk for you, drink it. You've much to grow before you find yourself worthy of the Infernal Master's regard," he said, not mentioning that it would also mean her own end, as far as he knew.