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All around Stiles, blood was there, staining bed sheets, walls, his clothes, and even his skin a dark red. It wasn't until the demon that had possessed his body had finally loosened its hold for him to see that none of it was his, but a complete stranger's.
He stood there, speechless for several moments before he felt a hand on his shoulder and low words in his ear. "Good work, Little Red," the voice said before turning the teen around to face him.
The demon's eyes came back and stared up at Derek, the other's eyes also black, and Stiles smirked. "Knew you'd be proud, Big Bad."