"Well, I guess I have been feeling the push of my power a lot more than usual. Maybe I'm just leaking demonic energy. It can happen if I don't use my powers ya know." Stiles thought about it. His dad HAD been acting strangely for the past few days. Stiles shook his head. This was probably just an influx on his powers that he just needed to get control of. It was at that moment that he notice 11 pairs of eyes staring at him, some of which were glowing with anticipation.
"Stiles, what exactly are your powers?" Isaac asked. Stiles smiled.
"Well, I can do practically anything. I can subject people to agonizing torment, send people to hell, take down angelic barricades," Stiles gave an evil smirk to the moose-like hunter named Sam, who seemed to be anxious about something because he was unable to stand still. "Speaking of which, I can practically taste your need for demon blood Sam, would you like some? I'm sure I can spare a few drops for your needy little addiction." This was Stiles' powe