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Tweak says, "Forgive thy enemies."

Abel Davis doesn't remember a scrapbook plastered with memorial photographs. She doesn't even remotely remember what her childhood had been like. All that intrudes her mind is a dismantled vehicle, a funeral, and crawling out of grave with her twin sister catering a noble smile. The world she woke to seeming blurred, barely visible to her recently dead eyes.

Reality since seemed more precious.

Those she once was fondest of were figments of her imagination, she molded them to be futile to her existence. Her parents were strangers to her, and her sister - well that was another story.

Time faded over time, over matter. She had done unspeakable things, many involving the law firm Wolfram & Hart. She felt she had no place in the world if she wasn't apart of the system. What better way then to alliance with a corporation who appraised her gifts?

Necromancers weren't what society classified as normal, and maybe that's why she freaked. Maybe that's why she became the woman she is today. It was easier to demean yourself, convince yourself that you aren't human, regardless if every molecule in your body speaks nothing more. It was easier for her to seat there, playing god, telling herself she was a creature - a demon - then face the facts that she was a human freak. That word. Freak. The word that made her bite her nails, pull at her roots, furrow her eyebrows. The word she loathed most.

The firm saw potential in her when she explained to them, even demonstrated her abilities. She had a place in the system. They thought it would be easier to have someone who specializes in resurrections, and they wouldn't have to get their hands dirty.

It wasn't easy to flip through a book, mumble some enchantments, and risk the fact the corpse could come back a zombie - a pulse without a soul. Abel had credentials that promised a complete job. No limitations.

Abel had grown infatuated with her powers that she thought she was above it all. Frankly, she had been. She canceled the firm out of the equation and built her own legacy. She was her own boss, but the problem was the bills. It was hard to get paid when you only worked for yourself.

Money was an issue.

Pledging to be Wolfram & Hart's patsy again was easier then she thought. Liliah Morgan promised to give her what she needed, but Abel had to sign contracts that basically stated she had to be a permanent employee of the firm, otherwise her credit cards and apartment would be lost. She would be another bum on the streets.

Abel dotted the i's and crossed the t's. Now she was stalking Dean Winchester and his fashionsta girlfriend to make sure he wasn't up to any funny business.

Now she was paying Lilah Morgan an unofficial visit, and hopefully she wouldn't walk into another heated moment between her and her boyfriend.

There was nothing more awkward then discussing business with your boss decked out in lingerie.

The streets were littered with beer bottles deserted from drunken clubbers, but turning into the more glamorous side of Cleveland it was spotless. Lilah knew how to live the life. She would of requested a similar apartment, if she didn't mind being in the same building as her superior. No, she wasn't in the mood to feel watched in the humble of her own home, too. She would leave those theatrics for work. Now all she wanted was a meeting outside of the office. Frankly, she loathed the other works, aside from Lilah. Now while she still didn't trust her, at least she hadn't patronized her. The others seemed upset Abel was given a second chance for something they could do themselves. They all underestimate her, while Lilah had done the opposite. That was something to respect from a woman.

She ascended upstairs, pausing in front of Lilah's door, knocking only twice before trying the knob. It had been unlocked. Well, it wasn't like she hadn't knocked, right? Abel waltzed in uninvited, and heading inside the kitchen. She ransacked the fridge for some alcohol, but all she found was champagne. Of course, Liliah had to be a champagne and wine girl. She popped the cork open, and started chugging. She paused when she heard footsteps in the living room. "Door was open," she spoke, examining the name of the champagne bottle. "You know they have this brilliant invention called the lock. You should try it sometime."

She turned around to face the woman still in the living room. There was no half-naked man in the room, so she imagined she hadn't interrupted anything intimate this time. "All alone tonight, sleeping beauty? Boyfriend not keeping you satisfied?" she smirked slyly.