Chapter 1-Despertar

Darkness.

That is all he could see, or not see for a better term, but after all the twisted dangers he's been through in a spawn of a day, this felt rather blissful, especially considering this darkness wasn't eating away at his flesh... for now at least.

Although blissful, he still found his current predicament a bit odd: he could see nothing but blackness, he could hear nothing but silence, he couldn't even move or taste anything really. The only thing he was sure was that he felt like he was aimlessly drifting, for the lack of better words.

If he were a man of poetry, he would say he was drifting through an empty dream.

Cheap poetry aside, he wasn't exactly happy with his current situation. In no way was he a man of religion nor a believer of concepts like Fate or Destiny, quite on the contrary he viewed such notions as nothing but bovine excrement, but at various points of his life he always suspected that he was being screwed over, and not gently, by some form of higher power beyond his reach.

This was beginning to feel like one of those moments, but he shouldn't feel too surprised. Those who dare to involve themselfs with demons in anyway tended to have a shitty luck, horrible death and even shittier afterlife.

And Demon Hunters like himself were no exception.

But all things considered, this was far from worst situations he's ever been, although the underwhelming emptiness around was starting to bore him, to the point that he preferred the twisted, cannibalistic, fucked up nature of the Underworld over this pathetic excuse of darkness.

So he kept drifting for what felt like hours to him. Still no sight, movement or taste...

"Garciaaaaaaaaa..."

But there was definitely a noise this time.

This voice, it sounded so familiar. It brought him peace. It brought him comfort. It brought him excitement. He could even put a name to this angelic voice.

"...Paula?"

"Wake up, Garciaaa..."

The voice almost seemed to resonate through the emptiness.

But all of a sudden...

"GARCIA!"

...There was overwhelming light.

Garcia's dark gray eyes snapped open as he woke with a gasp, his consciousness coming to him all of a sudden as he shot his upper body up, only for him hold a hand to his head and groan as he felt a slight headache spread over.

"Oh thank goodness, G! You're awake!" a reliefed voice with a very distinct British accent came from his side. "I thought you kicked the bucked there for a second."

Shifting his blurry gaze, his eyes focused enough to find a small flaming, horned skull float right beside him. He instantly recognized him as his partner and closest friend.

"Come on, Johnson. Really?" Garcia gave a gruff chuckle as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, his fingers tracing the scar tissue. "I'm hard to kill, amigo. You know me better than that."

"Hum, you were unconscious when I came to my senses about ten minutes ago. At one point you weren't even breathing and, I don't know if you noticed, I'm the last guy who should even attempt to do mouth to mouth resuscitation."

"Hehe, I don't know if I should find it funny or weird picturing you doing that without any lips or lungs."

The Demon Hunter paused for a second as his mind was having an irking feeling, almost as he was forgetting something, only to suddenly hit his brain as he recalled the angelic voice in his slumber.

"Where's Paula?" his voice was lacking the usual humor as it adopted a coldly serious demeanor with a hint of worry behind it.

Johnson went silent, clearly hesitating in giving the answer. "...I...I don't know."

"What?"

"I said I don't know. You were the only one I've encountered so far, she was no way near us."

Garcia could only clench his hand into tight fists in response, his fingers digging into his palms until they spilled blood, as his he snarled his teeth like an angry animal. He pounded one of his fists to the ground, almost cracking it.

"MIERDA! I fucked it up again! And I was THIS close!"

"Calm down, Garcia. It's not your fault." the flaming skull tried to ease down his friend. "There's no way any of us could've see that coming. And if we're here ALIVE, that means there's a possibility that she might be too. So stay calm."

The Mexican took ragged breaths, easing the adrenaline rush from his anger and after awhile he relaxed clenched fists as his shoulders lowered with one final shaky breath.

"...You're right... She might not even be too far..." he tried to stay hopeful, it was the best way at the moment.

"There you go, G, that's the spirit." Johnson said. "And another good news... it doesn't look like we're in the Underworld anymore."

Processing the skull's words, Garcia looked around and was surprised that wasn't surrounded by fleshy scenery but instead was in a middle of a forest. Looking up, he found the sky covered by dark clouds, sign of an upcoming storm.

"Heh, what do you know? We're back on the surface again."

"I don't know." Johnson interjected. "For some reason, it doesn't feel the same, almost as if the surroundings were covered by an energy akin to a soul's."

"We'll figure that out later." Garcia interrupted as he got up from the ground and rolled his shoulder. "What I really want to know is how the hell we got here."

The floating skull hummed in thought. "I'm not sure, but It's possible that an unstable rift might have opened between the Demon Realm and the surface while we were fighting Paula. Fleming had control over those rifts, but with him gone things might have unbalanced a bit."

"Well, that dickwad is dead, so at least that's something."

"Amen to that."

Finishing scanning his surroundings, Garcia held out an hand to Johnson, who floated towards said awaiting hand and transformed himself into his torch form. Holding Johnson in his hand, the Demon Hunter began walking to a random direction in hopes to find an way out of the forest.

"Looks like this road movie is gonna have a sequel."

How's it going everyone. For those who are wandering what the hell is this about, let's just say it's an idea I had while I was taking a trip through Youtube and remembered this awesome yet super underrated game (it's a Suda 51 game, the style speaks for itself).

This story is not gonna be my main focus, but I felt like creating it as a way to stash some ideas.

There's really not much else to say, so I'm just gonna take my leave.

See ya later!