A/N: Alright everyone, here's the first chapter of When Minds Collide. It was written by luvmylilshadow on Quizilla. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: We, the LoDDC writers, do NOT own anything in the following chapters of this story, other than our OCs.
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"The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on." --Chuck Palahnuik
"Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels." --Goya
"Creating fantasy is a very personal thing, but you can't take the process too personally." --Joseph Barbera
"A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep." --Saul Bellow
"I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I only lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three." --Elayne Boosler
Demon: noun
1. an evil supernatural being [syn: devil]
2. a cruel wicked and inhuman person [syn: monster]
Synonyms: demoniac, devil, diligent, energumen, evil, fiend, genie, ghoul, goblin, hag, imp, incubus, Mara, ogre, Satan, skillful, succubus, vampire, villain, warlock, witch
Devil: noun
1. (Judeo-Christian and Islamic religions) chief spirit of evil and adversary of God; tempter of mankind; master of Hell [syn: Satan]
2. an evil supernatural being
3. a cruel wicked and inhuman person [syn: monster]
Synonyms: adversary, annoy, archfiend, Asmodeus, Azazel, Beelzebub, belial, demon, demoniac, demonology, deuce, Diablo, diabolism, dickens, error, exorcise, exorcism, fiend
Associated words: diabolology, haze, imp, izedi, izedism, knave, Lucifer, mephisto, Mephistopheles, old nick, pester, rascal, ruler, Satan, satanic, scoundrel, tease, torment, villain, wicked
Monster: noun
1. an imaginary creature usually having various human and animal parts
2. someone or something that is abnormally large and powerful [syn: giant]
3. a person or animal that is markedly unusual or deformed [syn: freak]
4. a cruel wicked and inhuman person
Synonyms: abnormality, barbarian, beast, behemoth, bogeyman, bogie, brute, centaur, Cerberus, chimera, colossus, creature, Cyclops, demon, devil, dragon, enormity, fiend, Frankenstein, freak, gargoyle, giant, gila, gorgon, harpy, hippocampus, huge, hydra, kraken, lamia, leviathan, medusa, minotaur, monstrosity, lususnatur, naiad, Nereid, ogre, orc, phoenix, prodigy, savage, scoundrel, Scylla, sphinx, vampire, villain, werewolf, yeti, zombie
Aella's POV:
"This is a guaranteed job, right? I don't wanna go on a wild goose chase again...and I want to get paid this time. I'm not doing anymore freebies for ya."
I yawned, stretching out on the couch I was sitting at, looking across the room towards the man resting in a huge chair behind an equally large desk. He was sporting no shirt, brown leather pants covered his legs, boots adorned his feet, and a red leather overcoat hung off the back of his chair. The man pushed short silver hair away from pale blue eyes, sighing as he tossed some papers across the room at me. I easily caught them, hardly moving from where I now lay. I flipped through, speed reading to get the drift of what was going on.
"Boring~." I drawled out, throwing the folder back to him. "Get Nero to do it."
"He doesn't have the time nor is it his priority. Jus' do it."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "No. Do it yourself old man."
"Mind your elders, young lady."
"I did. I could of called you much worse."
"Show some damn respect for once, will ya?"
"Don't wanna~!" I loved teasing him.
"Ya little twit, jus' get goin'!!"
I quickly stood up, chuckling as I caught the twin pistols--Ebony and Ivory--thrown at me. "What? I can't steal them this time?" I put them in their rightful holsters, turning to face him with my hands on my hips.
"Stealing is a very bad habit. Ya need to stop it." He replied, shooing me out the door.
"Yeah, yeah....Later Pops." Just before he could slam the door shut behind me, I called out to Rebellion. The massive sword of my father came willingly, ready for bloodshed almost as much as I was. The moment it touched my hand, I darted off; dodging the scoldings of my father with slight difficulty.
Once I was a safe distance away, I slowed down, easily swinging the large blade onto my back and walking with it openly down the road. I briefly checked the placement of Ebony and Ivory before looking at the papers more thoroughly. A quick glance at the address told me I could swing by Nero's house beforehand. Grinning, I picked my pace back up, finding more excitement in the steal than the kill. Nero, only a few years older than myself, shared the same silver hair and blue eyes of the Sparda blood, though none of us knew of his actual connection to the legendary Dark Knight. I had claimed his as my cousin and loved him like family, whether he actually was a Sparda or not didn't matter to me.
Besides my parents and Nero, the only other family I knew I had resided in Hell--literally. I didn't get to see my aunt and uncle very often. Really, the first time I had met them was when I had accidentally fallen into Hell. When I first saw uncle, I had thought it was father come to save me, but it turned out that the man was named Vergil. Really, our first meeting was rather comical. Sighing, I brought my thoughts out from the past, missing my other relations now more than anything. Looking up, I saw Nero's house in the distance.
He didn't live all that far from us; easy walking distance for a half-demon such as I. Trying to explain how I could be a half-demon and the daughter of Dante to Nero had been rather tedious until Mother broke in. She had not been as patient or sweet as aunt Alana and I. With Nero pinned against the wall and his own Red Queen pointed beneath his throat, Mother told him a half-demon could spawn another half-demon as long as both parents were half-demon. Honestly. Sighing once more, I walked right into Nero's home without knocking; barely checking to make sure he didn't have any 'indecent' company. Noises coming from the back told me someone atleast was home, though who I wasn't quite sure.
Walking up to the display case he had in his living room, I opened the glass door. Removing Red Queen and Blue Rose from their places, I strapped the revvable Queen to my left, holstering the much larger Rose gun to my thigh. Turning, I was almost out the door before a second, more highly decorated display case caught my attention. Inside lay a beautiful katana, the name Yamato etched upon the glass. Intrigue compelled me forward, and without even aware of what I was doing, the katana soon was in my hands. The weapon pulsed gently in rhythm with Rebellion and Red Queen, alerting me to its demonic nature. Grinning, I slipped the katana and its sheath onto my right side, liking the feel of three demonic swords and three trusty guns. Satisfied with my arsenal, I walked back outside, heading once more off to my mission.
I'm often told I'm something born from fantasy. That I must have walked straight out of a book. That I'm not real, my being is impossible. Things of that nature are always what bores me the most. I've been called a demon, a devil, a monster, and all the wonderful little things in between. Quite frankly, all that really annoys me after a while. Especially when someone tells me straight to my face that demons aren't real. Some of the time it was all in jest, but the majority of the people whom call me a demon don't know that I am one in actual fact. Oh how I'd love to tell them differently. Show them even. But my father, wonderful as he is, would kill me if I were to loose my control around humans.
We are supposed to 'protect' the humans and their ridiculous existence. Protect this blundering race from the very same creatures as I. Humans were ignorant. They didn't know of demons, angels, vampires, shinigami, witches, wizards, or anything out of the 'ordinary'. If by chance they saw one of us they passed it off as a figment of their imagination. At least most of them did. Every now and then I would come across a human who knew what I was and knew also of the existence of more then they could see. It was usually these humans that never lasted long. Some of our kind didn't like the ignorant humans knowing we were real. I rather enjoyed it. They knew me for a demon, and therefore gave me extra respect whenever our paths crossed.
Except for this one in particular. Jolene Daye. She has taken several good paying jobs from me, as I had her on occasion, and seemed to always look down on me. So what if I was a mixed breed--a mutt so to speak? I liked hunting down the pathetic purebreds. I didn't like the human race, but they did provide me with mild entertainment (not to mention I was ordered to do so) and therefore I would protect them. She better not show up this time...I don't care anymore...even if she is....human-ish. I'll straight up kill that bitch! Growling, I glanced down once more at the papers in my hand, absently shifting Blue Rose into a more comfortable position.
Someone by the name of Enrico Maxwell had written, of all ways, a request that we remove a vampire. In all actuality, I had only taken a few steps away from Nero's house. Pausing, I glanced back then down at the address. Calculating the distance in my head, I spun around. Knowing Nero was absolutely going to kill me when I returned, I jacked his motorcycle. Revving the engine loudly, I sped off, faintly hearing someone shouting various curses at me as I disappeared from view. Today was going to be very interesting indeed.
Written by: luvmylilshadow
A/N: The following chapter was the exact chapter from the Quizilla version, we just took out the color.
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