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Stiles and Seline where in the far outskirts of town, too far to be found. No part of Stiles had any feeling nor did he have any remorse for leaving his friends. That was the whole point of turning his humanity off. He didn't care for anyone or anything he ever did. But worst of all he didn't care for Scott anymore. Stiles couldn't care less about Scott or anything he was doing. No part of him cared.

Seline paced the forest ground tapping her finger to her chin in thought. Stiles huffed standing impatiently in front of her as she did so.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Stiles scoffed crossing his arms.

"Um... yes and no," Stiles rolled him eyes at this.

"What is the all over task that is so bad, that you made me turn my humanity off? Not that I'm complaining though, This is great," Stiles questioned, he's eyes following her pace.

"And can you stop fucking pacing?! It's getting on my nerves!" He yelled. Seline sighed and stopped in front of Stiles with her arms crossed.

"My siren sister is in this... crazy state and I need to bring her back," Seline started.

"So what, do you want me to help you with money for a plane ticket or something?" Stiles joked sarcastically.

"That sarcasm won't leave, humanity or not, will it?" Seline laughed dryly.

"Nope," he gave a snarky smile.

"I'm serious," Seline tried to say sternly but she could help the small smile that played.

"There are so many people that deserve to go to hell. People do bad things, and you know there is always a price to pay. This is a win win for both my sister Sybil and the devil himself.  The Devil, well Cade is his real name, needs more souls in hell. My sister needs to feed off of these sinful souls," Seline explained. Stiles had a bitch face while she talked. Seline paused letting him process what she said. Stiles waved his hand wanting her to continue.

"You have to deliever the souls to her," Stiles shrugged thinking that was an easy task. Give the devil the needed souls feed the siren and be done. Easy.

"This is not an easy task Stiles. You have to tap into people's memories and find the worst thing they have ever done. It's your decision whether they go to hell or not,"

"Okay so how do I  tap into people's memories?" Stiles asked rubbing his chin in thought.

"You know how. They just have to be found deep in your memories. The Nogitsune itself used to do it all the time but now it has passed it down to you, planted deep in your brain waiting to be brought to the surface. He wants you to found them," Seline told him with a growing smirk.

"What do I do to find them?" Seline looked over her shoulder towards the town now in a full fledged grin.

"The alpha,"

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Worried looks went around the small room in the clinc consisting of those who saw the dilemma with Stiles and more.

"Did she say anything about herself or Stiles? What did she do?" Deaton asked those in the room.

"Stiles said that she was siren and her name was Seline. Seline talked about how she needed Stiles help with something," Derek spoke first out of the group, giving the information that he knew.

"She did this... thing were she hummed this tune and I felt instantly under her control. It was terrifying," Scott added in with a shiver. It instantly click in the veterinarians mind of what they were talking about. He looked up with wide eyes full of knowledge and slight terror.

"A siren is the daughter of the devil. But that wouldn't explained why she would need Stiles," he gave that as a hint to tell him why she needed Stiles, that is if they knew why.

"She said something about helping her sister I think?" Malia said coming off as more of a question, and when given a nod from Derek she felt good about getting it right.

"There's two of them... Okay," Deaton mumbled flipping through pages in an old book. The older man knitted his eyebrows together in astonishment at what he found. On a page there was a family with flames engulfing them. A man, a women, a daughter, feline and a hound.

"This doesn't look good," Deaton said reading over the page. Scott and Derek were at his side's looking through the book in an instant. Although they skimmed through it they were still confused on it.

"Hell is a whole family. The devil himself, his wife a daughter and animals. Says the animals are those of a hound and feline," he explains

"Stiles would be the feline,"  Kira said from the corner of the table. Dearok nodded at her.

"Stiles is of the fox family tree, a feline. In the past, the Nogitsune was apart of this family and now that the Nogitsune has left itself in Stiles, he is now the feline of hell," Deaton told them. The gears in all their heads turned as they thought it through.

"What about the hound part? Is there a hound that we know of?" Scott asked all.

"Parrish. He is a hellhound," Derek responded dumbly.

"Wouldn't Seline be going after the both of them?" Liam chimed.

"Not necessarily. Foxes are tricksters. The Devil values the feline more because of its snarky ways. Hounds are usually the loyal pets. Say, a "good boy,". Not all that much appealing to the devilish family," the werewolves around the room grumbled at 'Good boy' all but Kira who snickered a little. They gave her a slight dirty look.

"What? It was funny," she protested.

"The next thing they'll probably do is try to find the old memories of the devilish things the Nogitsune used to do," this put them of high alert. Obviously not high enough to heat Stiles and Seline walk in.

"Got that right," Stiles snickered leaning on the threshold. They all whipped there heads to the pair and all growled at Seline.

"Easy doggos. We're here for a reason. If it wasn't for this very certain reason, we would be far far away from this hell hole of a town," Stiles scoffed walking further into he room. Their hearts hurt to hear the harshness in his tone. Hearing the silence in the room gave Seline the queue to talk.

"So! This should be quick and simple, and if every one cooperates-" she eyed Malia who was digging her nails into the palms of her hands to stop from attacking her "-we'll be out," she finished. Stiles sees the blood dropping to the sides of her from her palms.

"Ya spilled somthin there," Stiles points out dumbly. Malia looked down at her hands wipping the blood on her black jeans. Stiles smelt the fear radiating off of Malia like a buffet. His eyes glowed their bright dangerous orange and he slowly walked towrd her. Malia's fear grew stronger Stiles' glowing eyes stared deep at her. Seline grabbed his arm to stop him.

"You can feed later. We need to do this now," Stiles growled but obliged. An evil smile played on her lips as she looked at all of them.

"Okay so, any volunteers? No? Okay, I'll choose," Seline pointed at both alphas she sang Eennie mennie minie moe.

"Eenie, mennie, minie, Scotty," her finger landed on Scott. Scott's heart pounded against his chest. Seline stalked closer to Scott. The amount of fear what intoxicating to Stiles, as he tried to hold back from feeding on them because Seline said after. Seline sensed the fox slightly struggling behind her, yet she didn't care for she knew he could hold off.

"Have you ever tapped into someone's memories Scott?" She asked grabbing his hand and pressing her thumb to the center to draw out his claws. Scott gulped the hard lump in his throat, and nodded.

"Who's and when," she asked.

"Stiles'. The first time he was possessed my the nogitsune," he responded. Slight tears stinging the brim of his eyes. Seline laughed dryly. Scott tried to swing at her face, but she was quick to grab his wrist and bring him down to knee him in the stomach. Scott doubles over and coughed some before straightening out again. Seline turned around to the much calmer Stiles.

"Stiles take a seat," she turned back to Scott and stared at him as she hummed the same enticing tune that intrigued him the first time. He wanted to do other than whatever she instructed him to do but couldn't. He was completely compelled.

Derek tried to attack her from behind but Stiles was in front of him in an instant. Stiles glowed his eyes at the Alpha making him stop what he was doing.

"Not a good idea doggo," everytime he blinked his eyes would change from his glowing eyes to changing the pupils similar to a cats and back and forth.

"Why don't you go take a seat," and as if Derek forgot what he was about to do he walked to the line of chairs and sat down quietly. "Good boy," Stiles cooed. Stiles didnt actually know what he was doing, he just did it. The others didn't dare make a move. Stiles turned to Seline and Scott. Seline moved Scott's drawn out claws hands to the back of Stiles' neck and pressed them deep in the flesh. Stiles sucked in a sharp breath then fluttered his eyes closed.

The memories they saw were terrifying. Everything was in a heat; surrounded by fire. Souls everywhere screaming in pain as there bodies were in an eternal flames.  Another image, of a man in a fairly busy street. He stood against a brick wall taking out a pack of cigars and lighting one. He watched different people walk around, some walking fast with a purpose to get somewhere and some strolling along.

He stood there puffing on his cigars till someone caught his eyes. The man he spotted was in all black with tattoos all over. He kept his head down but looked around suspiciously. He watch the suspicious man carefully. He walked fast, but not with a purpose to get somewhere, but to get away from something. The man turned into an ally by a local diner. He followed him through it knowing it was a dead end. He could smell the fear coming from the suspicious man. He wanted to feed but had a task first, he could feed later. The man glanced back seeing him follow far behind. His nerves increased as he came to a dead end in the ally.

"You didn't think this out very well did you?" He asked creeping closer.

"Who the hell are you?" The man said in a booming voice, but he could still make out the fear that laced lightly within.

"I'm James, nice to meet you," he responded politely that slightly calmed his wracked nerves.

"You know, it's funny you mention hell, because that might be were your going,"James confused the man. Before the man could get anything out, James had drawn his claws in the back of the man's neck tapping into his memories. The man was paralysed in the moment.

Voices is what he heard. They told him to do this and they wouldn't bother him anymore. They pounded into his head for weeks. He told people about it, tried to get professional help but nothing worked. He didn't want to do such a cruel task, but it soon became to more for him and he caves in. The voices told him what to do and he did them. Late at night he took the gallons of gasoline and poured it around the house. In every room, drenching his soundly sleeping family members in it, and the curtains. He had this evil look in his eye as if he as enjoying seeing them engulfed by the flames. Finally he took the lighter against a piece of fabric in his youngest daughters room. She surprisingly slept though it. He went in every room in were one slept setting the room to a flame before walking out.

James retracted his claws as he smirked at the man, knowing he found the right target.

"What did you do to me?" He asked in horror rubbing at where the claws were recently sunken in.

"It's not about what I did to you. More about what I'm going to do," James grinned. James let his teeth and fangs draw out from his features and eyes glow orange. James pounced on the man who tried to run. He clawed and teared at the flesh, letting blood spill on the cold concrete and splatter on the brick wall. The man went limp as more blood spilled around his cold growing body. James stood and walked out of the ally wiping the blood from his face that splattered. Like it never even happened.

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Scott snapped and whipped his claws from Stiles' neck stepping away from him, breathing heavily. Stiles rubbed at his neck in though of what he saw was lodges in his brain. Scott was beyond terrified and seeing the horrid look on the true alphas face put an evil smirk to Stiles' lips.

"What just happened?" Derek demanded from any of them.

"What you saw Scott what hell first, then you saw what the Nogitsunes abilities and powers are," she smirked.

"See, Stiles here has one task for his being. It is to find memories in people, find the darkest one, decide if it's worth going to hell for," Seline pause thinking of what she wanted to happen next.

"Stiles why don't you give it a try," Seline smirk. They all were starting to hate the smirk she always wore on her hated face. Stiles turned to look at the others in the room with a growl and fire in his eyes. He scanned over the room, eyes landing on Malia slowly stalking towards the werecoyote fear evident on her face. As soon as fear appeared it washed away. Malia flashed her own eyes and jumped on Stiles clawing and punching. Stiles clawed and punched her, over powering her in the fight. Derek rushed to pull Malia off of Stiles. He straightened out his shirt as he stood, turning to Scott who still stood frozen.  

"Stiles. Don't do this," Scott pleaded. Stiles grabbed Scott's wrist before he could step back and sank his claws into the back of his neck. Scott winced in pain at this. Stiles fished around in Scott's memories but not not finding anything... well, hell- worthy. Stiles pulled his claws out of Scott's skin and sighed. 

"Nothing in there," he said simply. Stiles turned to the others, eyes landing on Derek. 

"The Hale boy," He started. "I don't even want to know whats goin' on in that wolf brain of yours. You're goin' to hell anyways," He gave Derek a smug look when he heard the alpha's heart beat skip some. Stiles stepped back in line with Seline.

"Come on. They're a waist of time. I have shit to do," Stiles said walking out with Selinein toe. The rest in the clinic let out a breath they hadn't realized they were holding in. 

"We've got to get him out of this," Derek sighed.

--

"Wow, you've done a shit ton of dirty work dude," Stiles said when he ripped his claws from his hostages neck. The man stood in frozen horror as he watched Stiles. He took the hook that hung from the high ceiling and hooked it into the mans spine, his body going limp instantly. He pressed a remote that lifted the body and lowered it into a pit full of blood and other body parts. He pressed the button again and lifted the hook out. Left on the hook was the bodies rib cage. Stiles smiled evilly at it watching blood drip from it. Seline walked in the large place, the clicking of her heels echoing in the room. She walked up behind Stiles and laid a gently hand on his shoulder. 

"Come on Stiles you did enough today. I think she's full. You're still going to school,"  Seline told him letting her chin rest on his shoulder.

"I don't think so," he protested.

"She wouldn't have left the rib cage if she wasn't full," She responded. Stiles sighed but nodded. Stiles closed the top caged to the pit below before they left. They both knew Stiles couldn't go home so she took him to her apartment in downtown Beacon Hills.

"How long am I doing this for?" Stiles asked breaking the silence in the car. 

"Why? Are you not liking this anymore? Is your humanity on?" Seline questioned a little angered if Stiles had turned his humanity back on. It would ruin everything. 

"Jeez, don't get your panties twisted. I'm just asking because this is boring. I'm kinda getting tired of just killing people," Stiles told her. He hasn't been doing it for long at all but he's gotten the hang of it that it's becoming a bore.

"You don't have to do this for long. Just a little while longer till Sybil is ready to stop being a fucking brat," Seline said as she parked. Seline had a fair sized apartment for one person. Master bedroom with guest bedroom two bathrooms, large kitchen and living room. As they walked in Seline showed Stiles to the guest bedroom and left him there. A few minutes after Seline knocked and walked in the guest bedroom to Stiles standing shirtless. Her eyes instantly traveled up and down his chest before she met his eyes again. Stiles smirked at this.

"Um. You gonna be okay in here?" She asked as she leaned against the door. Stiles took small steps towards her, Seline stayed unmoving.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," He stood mere inches in front of her, his breath fanning on her face. 

"O-kay," She stuttered. Her eyes fluttering slowly closed. Stiles moved closer, kissing the skin on her neck. Seline ran her fingers though Stiles' hair, his hands traveling to her thighs lifting her off the ground and to the bed.

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Stiles woke naked with a naked Seline under his arm still sleep. Stiles smirked thinking of last nights events. He quietly slipped out of the bed and out to the kitchen. He drank a glass of water staring out the window over the sink. This is what Stiles was actually supposed to be doing with his abilities. He scowled thinking they were going to teach him the wrong ways. The good ways. The thought of this made Stiles clench his jaw together tightly in anger. Stiles didn't want to be taught the good ways; that's not the way he was created. He's a creature of hell; made for the wrong things. Stiles was pulled out of his thoughts by Seline wrapping her arms around his torso. He turned to face her wrapping his hands around her waist. 

"Mornin' mister. What were you thinking about out here?" Seline questioned.

"Last night," Stiles responded lifted her to the counter his lips going to her neck. Seline giggled at this while trying to pry him off of her.

"We don't have time for this Stiles," Seline groaned although not wanting it to stop.

"Then why would you come out here naked? Because you are sexy when your naked,"

"Why did you come out here naked? Because you are sexy naked," She mocked and Stiles rolled his eyes. Seline just stared at him searching his expression.

"You don't care about last night do you?" she asked him.

"Honestly..?"

"No, lie to me," Seline said sarcastically.

"I don't give two shits about last night," Stiles answered bluntly. Why should he actually care though?

"Good, I don't either," Seline hopped off the counter and down the hall. 

"I'm driving!" Stiles called after her before she closer her bedroom door," 

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Scott hopped off his motorbike in the front of the school, taking his helmet off when saw his small group of friends waiting for him to get there. He saddened some because Stiles wasnt with them.

"Have you guys seen Stiles come in yet?" Scott asked anxiously. They all shook their head responding with nope. Scott sighed hopelessly then turn to a different conversation. Just then Stiles pulled up in a orange Audi R8 to the front of the school, engine roaring grabbing the attention of the other students walking towards the school.

"Hey guys, look," Malia said interrupting the conversation and pointing to Stiles getting out of the car. They watched as Stiles jogged to the other side of the car and opened the door for Seline to get out. She past him to walk to the driver side of the car but Stiles grabbed her wrist and twisted her catching her lips on his. Scott's heart sunk feeling like it completely stopped in that moment and everything stood still. his hands balled in a first at his side as he saw them. Blood dripped to he ground by his claws puncturing his palms.

"What was that for?" Seline asked with a goofy smile.

"Because they're watching and I want to see them get mad," Stiles said lowly in her ear. "I gotta go. I'll see you later?" Stiles said pressing their forehead together. Seline played along with biting her lip and nodding. She walked to the driver side as Stiles walked up to the door. He passed the group with a smug look on his face as he eyed Scott. They stared hard at their Ex- friend wanting to burn holes into him.

His friends behind him saddened not liking the upset radiating off of their alpha.  Lydia stood next to Scott un clenching his fist replacing it with her hand entwining their fingers, Lydia not caring about the blood now staining her hand. She can worry about that later. Lydia looked up at Scott and gave him a sad smile and he returned it.

"Don't let him get to you Scott. He's just doing this to get in your head. That's not Stiles," Malia scowled. 

"I know Mal. I know,"

You hate me, I know. Good. It gets better... maybe. So i tokk some things from American Horror Story and The Vampire Diaried, if you couldnt tell. The burning fammily thing is from AHS. And all the shit about Sybil and Seline is from TVD. Oooh yall hate me so mucb dont you??? GOOD!! THATS THE POINT!!!

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