- Teen Wolf (TV) (1)
At first, Peter thinks he's the only one that notices the rash of bizarre drownings, which in itself is strange.
A man who recently got off on a charge of assaulting his wife, even though everyone knew he was guilty, drowns in his sink. A murderer that had been let out on good behavior and due to prison overcrowding ends up drowned in a puddle outside a bar. A woman who was abusing her children is found in her shower, lungs full of water.
Stiles usually would pick up a pattern like this, so when he says nothing, Peter's immediately suspicious.
It starts with Gerard. After the clusterfuck of Stiles crashing into the kanima with his jeep, Jackson's 'death' and werewolf resurrection, Lydia and Jackson go off together, Scott goes after Allison, and Derek, broken and hurt from yet another betrayal and use of his body against his will, takes Isaac and leaves, unable to look at any of them. That leaves Stiles standing next to his battered jeep, arms wrapped around his aching ribs. No one so much as looks his way. Except for Peter.
There, at the base of the trunk, nestled between two large roots, is a car seat and in it, a baby. Stiles and Peter both freeze, staring down in shock. The baby is asleep, bundled up tightly, a soft orange wool hat on its head and an envelope pinned to its blanket. Stiles stares at Peter incredulously, but he doesn't know what to say either.
So it turns out Peter has a daughter.
Hell is busy and Peter is understaffed. There are too many evil people being sent down below and there are only so many demons Peter has to torture them with. He needs to reorganize. They don't utilize group torture nearly as much as they should. Stiles probably has some ideas on that.
Peter is King of Hell, Stiles is his second in command, and Talia summons them for a favor.
Stiles has always been a little too curious for his own good, and certainly for anyone else’s. When he was younger, he ran flowers through the tiny flames of his mother’s decorative candles, wondering absently why the petals changed color but the fire never did. It seemed unfair, almost duplicitous.
Sort of like Peter.
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17 Oct 2017