Abadon wandered aimlessly down a street, reeling from being told he was adopted, a bit late in his opinion. The pale, slim, 6 foot twenty-two year old bumped into various people as he walked, not bothering to turn and apologise, deciding they are just not worth the effort. “Hey buddy, you want to watch out in future?” One rough looking man said, perhaps in his mid-forties. Abadon did not bother answering; he simply carried on walking, “Forget it.”

He now hated the people he had been calling Mum and Dad for so many years, why wait until now to tell him they weren’t his true parents? Idiots... The thought run through his mind so many times, over and over, as if a chant at a football game. He tugged his hooded top over and zipped it up, before pulling his leather jacket that was over the top a little more closed. “Cold night tonight...” He was surprised that something as little as the cold bothered him. He pulled the hood of his top up and onto his head, before pushing through the door of the police station.

“Excuse me, officer?” He said to the uniformed woman on the front desk, she was around 6 foot 1 inch, very broad shouldered, and had a chin that looked unbreakable.

“Yes Hun? Can I help you?” He smirked at being called Hun, the pet name bringing back fond memories of his childhood.

“I was hoping you could, do you guys have records of everyone? Including people that don’t have a criminal record?” He wasn’t sure whether he should be asking in such an obvious way, but he wanting to dig and find his biological parents and discover why they had abandoned him.

“No, that isn’t us, the building next door has birth records, but it’s only your own you’re allowed to see unless you have authority.” He shrugged, smiling and nodding in gratitude. He patted the desk and walked out; pushing through the double doors into the building that contained the records he was after.

He stopped the first person he saw that looked like they worked there, “Excuse me, I was wondering if I could see my records?” The man nodded, before directing him to a desk and sitting in the chair.

“Name?” Abadon stared blankly at him, entirely surprised at how easy this was, “Well don’t just stand there looking comatose boy, what’s your name?”

“Abadon... my name’s Abadon. Buer.” The man frowned at the strange name, before keying it into the PC and leaving it for Abadon to look at. Abadon nodded in gratitude again, before looking at the screen. It contained a picture of a man that was clearly not him, along with around three paragraphs of writing nothing to do with him. “What the hell..?” He looked at the side and saw ‘possible people you’re looking for: No other matches.’

He sat back in the chair and ran four fingers through his thick black hair underneath his hood. According to this machine he didn’t exist, and if that was true how was he adopted? How had he been educated?

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He had gotten back home and was stood before his 'parents' both of his fists clenched. "Tell me the truth, who are my aprents." They looked confused, sharing a slightly worried glance.

"We're your parents, honey." His adoptive mother said it almost sincerly. He threw the phonebook that was on a small table beside him into the wall, his temper getting the better of him.

"You tell me the truth now, Who are my real parents, you told me yourselves that I was adopted." He had taken his hood down long before reaching the house, the anger inside him making him warmer. The couple sat on the couch looked to eachother and nodded, before the man stood and placed a hand on Abadon's shoulder, which was promptly thrown off.

"Listen, son--" Abadon slapped him.

"You don't get to call me that, you liar." Abadon was physically shaking with adrenaline, his body had prepared him for a fight.

"Okay,  so you aren't my son.. But the people... things we took you from are so much worse than us, they were demons boy.. They must have given birth to you  recently, because they were about to tattoo your forehead when we exorcised them.." Abadon was so tempted to throw a heavy hook into the old man's jaw, "Why do you think you haven't aged at all since you were eighteen? It's bcause you were born of two demon possessed humans, you are demon spawn, we're just lucky you haven't tapped into your power."

Abadon flexed his fingers, his knuckles turning white, sick of all the lies, the decieving, and the mockery of lying to his face after all that had happened, "Stop lying to me!"  the man flew back and hit the couch hard, falling to the ground and holding his side, the knock jarring several things inside him.

Abadon panicked, running up the stairs and beginning to pack his bags. He had been planning to move out for a couple of years by that time, only now following through with the plans. He got everything he needed in a couple of backpacks and a hold all, before heading for the bedroom door, cut off by a knife wielding maniac - his father. He grimaced at him, glowerring at him, hatred in his eyes, "You're dead to me already, Dad.. You really want to risk making that illusion real?"

The man did not budge, fully believing he couldn't let the demon child loose on the world. "You're evil, I can't let you out of here." Abadon snarled, something erupting from him and sending the man he once loved lying again, this time casing him to go soaring through a door. He ran his fingesr through his hair, before running down the stairs and past a bewilderred mother, before finally getting into his fathers car.

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He had been on the road for around twenty minutes, trying to wrap his head around everything he had been told. All the thigns in his past made sense to him now, being homeschooled to avoid records being made, never allowed to play with friends. "How could they lie to me?.." 

He pulled over at the side of a road, slouching down in the seat to try and get some rest, deciding it best not to drive in the mood he was in. As he was about to drift off however, a knock came from the window. A muffled voice spoke to him as he stared into the eyes of a red headed bombshell he didn't recognise. "You going to let me in or what honey? I don't wanna freeze my ass off out here."

He hesitated, before deciding he was safe eough, opening the passenger door and allowing her to get in. "So you just got away from the dead weights?" He nodded, not sure whether he liked her. "Take it learning about your true nature kick started your powers?" He nodded again, "Well that's just the tip of the iceberg... you've a lot mroe coming to you, trust me."

He smirked, "I don't even know you, how could I possibly trust you?"

"Oh, the silent prince smiles at last." She winked at him, "You might just have to seeing as we're in the same boat here."

"This is a car." He chuckled softly.

"Very funny, I 'awoke' when I was twelve, I've had a demon guiding me ever since, he wanted me to off you the same deal, you just do as he says and when he feels you're ready he sends you out on missions." Abadon frowned, confused by the whirlwind his simple life had become.

"Why would I want to do missions when I can just practise on my own?"

"What you know is one ability, I currently have five that i've found so far... Watch." She extended her palm, concentrating on a scrap car up ahead, which had been stripped for parts along with the engine years before hand. It started to run, seemingly on nothing.

"How the... That thing doens't even have an engine!" 

She nodded slightly, "One of my things, I can make anything I see do whatever I want it to.." 

"Can't you just make me agree to this guy's 'deal' then?" 

"Doesn't work that way.. Only on inanimate objects, you think we'd still be discussing this otherwise?"