Yeah, that's revenge. It'll get you out of bed in the morning, and when you get it, it feels great... for about five minutes. I've been there. Me and Sam -- we have had our fair share of fights -- more than our share -- but no matter how bad it got, we always made it right because we're family. I need him. He needs me. And when everything goes to crap, that's all you've got -- family. And you might be an all-powerful being... but I think you're human where it counts. You simply need your brother.
-Dean Winchester
The Addams Family? Sure, some may see it that way. She did grow up in Hell being raised by demons. Worse, raised by better than the garden variety of demons. The first one was a General of Hell, Azazel. He'd had his "special children" but Abigail was his prodigy, a weapon to be pointed at the enemies of his schemes. A daughter of the Winchester family, blood of Cain and Abel, but created and nurtured in secret, given demon blood daily; red wine with dinner, at least as far as she knew. But her 'father' eventually failed to return from a jaunt to Earth. He didn't come back and she woke up in another home. A second father, yet this one was different. He wasn't so military minded. He spoke of the topside as if it would kill him to set foot up there. Alastair, "Practically the Grand Inquisitor downstairs. Picasso with a razor" he was called. Chief torturer of Hell, and possibly even less pleasant to be around.
The tradition of red wine with dinner was continued. Lo and behold, this one vanished too. She'd gone to bed normally one night and awakened in a dark alley. No real clue where she was or even her name. All she had to her name were the clothes on her back. She saw a couple strange men and being lost and alone, she ran as fast as she could, as far as she could. The rain started coming down which made things worse. An all night bar loomed before her and she ducked in. She made her way to a corner booth and huddled there, shivering. Had anyone really looked at her, it would appear that she was terrified. She was tiny and only 11, much too young to be in a bar! She just hid in a corner and prayed that no one would see her. Lady Luck wasn't on her side tonight. Soon she found a man seated across from her in the small booth. His eyes were brown, like warm whiskey in the low bar light. She huddled there cornered. It seemed he'd immobilized her with his gaze.
Thus, life with Crowley began. This was a bit more normal in a sense. Here, she was still locked in but she had a nanny. She was a demon as well. The "dinners with Dad" continued as well as the steady dosing of daily demon blood. Most of the time she was left alone to study. She read a lot and retained most of it. Spells, wards, sigils, and magic. Witchcraft was even in the mix. She also finally got the chance to learn languages, like Enochian, the language of the angels and Demonic, the language of the demons. Now it was complete. She could now speak three languages; English, Enochian, and Demonic. She was healthy and well cared for but at the mercy of the King of Hell. Locked in and alone. This would all change when she was 18. She went to bed that night as normal but she awoke in the middle of a dark and dirty alley.
[ This was where the RP picked up. She has connected with her family now so please follow on Twitter - @AbigailW_IRP ]
The Mark [ OOC - not all of the following is known ic yet ]
Abigail carries the mark of Lucifer and the mark of Michael intertwined together on her right forearm. She hears the voices of the two in her head. The mark was given to her at some point in her infancy by Raphael. The traditionalist angel still wants the apocalypse to happen and is angry that it was stopped by the Winchesters. Abigail and/or the boys are supposed to choose a side. The good - Michael - or the bad - Lucifer -. All in an effort to restart the apocalypse.