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Chapter 2: - The Demon Boy of Fortuna
My feet skidded to a stop as I arrived in the religious city of Fortuna, rumours had circulated in the underground that a few months ago that the city had been overrun by demons including a gigantic statue. The city's survival had been hanging by a thread when a young boy who worked for the Order of the Sword, 'holy knights' who hunted demons and ironically whose leaders instigated this whole mess, stepped up and defeated the statue. How much of that was true, no one outside of Fortuna knows.
The city was still begin repaired due to the heavy damage that it took during the, rumoured, demon's brief occupation, it was clearly shown that something big had indeed happened here. I cast an illusion on my sword so that it appeared as a backpack, whilst my daggers easily blended in with the dark colour of my jeans.
I began to walk further into the city and looked around, everyone wore the exact same thing including the hoods covering their faces preventing me from see their appearance. Just like last night people avoided me due to my aura which I was glad about, I didn't need humans getting in my way, however I heard whispering floating around me and stares boring into my back.
I suppressed a growl and picked up the pace, I didn't need people talking about me and I didn't want to stay in this Crone forsaken place any longer than necessary. I continued making my way through when I came upon a church like structure with a fountain in front of it and two pathways splitting off from it, the one on my left lead into the town and the one on my right lead somewhere else.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pocket watch, I flicked it open to reveal a compass, with a clock face beneath it. I began to chant pushing my magic into the compass willing it to point me to my destination, seeming as how a Witch Compass could guide a witch anywhere they desired. The blue compass needle began to spin around before finally coming to a stop pointing to the pathway on my right.
'Alright now that I've got my destination, I can get out of here.' I thought and put the Witch Compass away before heading down the determined pathway. However I didn't notice a set of eyes watching me from the shadows before darting off into the city.
*Devil May Cry*
I had walked for most of the day eventually arriving at an old abandoned castle, surrounded by snow capped mountains. The setting sun's light made the snow glisten like gems but the gentle light did nothing to effect the ominous appearance of the abandoned castle.
Kneeling down on the metallic bridge I sent out pulses of magic trying to sense for any sign of my prey, when something reacted to the pulse, I headed over to where it was and picked it up. The object was a small white sphere, about as big as a marble, with a lilac band across the centre with a silver triquetra on it, I recognised the object as a Moon Pearl which was a magic container that witches could use to boost their magic reservoirs.
'Another witch object, it seems a witch is connected to this, in one way or another. I had better find them and fast.' I thought as I placed the Pearl with my own Pearls. I stood up and continued into the castle, after pushing open the heavy metal door, the inside of the castle showed exactly how abandoned this place was, with every step a small dust cloud was kicked and the walls were falling apart, it was amazing that this place was still standing.
Faint scrapping echoed through the abandoned building, almost like something metallic was being occasionally dragged across the rocky floor. I glanced around searching for the source, but the twilight hour made it hard for me to see clearly in this gloomy building. Realising that my eyes were of no use, I began to push out my magic so that I could sense for any other being's presence within this building, it worked because I had to immediately dodge an attack from my stalker.
I landed on my feet and twisted around to see about seven floating green creatures cloak in a black shroud, three of them held gigantic scissors whist the other four held scythes. Their rusted weapons glinted maliciously in the dying light, I recognised the creatures as Sin Scissors and Sin Scythes.
I pulled my sword off my back and held it diagonally in front of me, Sins were immune to all attacks except those aimed at their heads as the masks they wore were the only thing keeping them anchored to this word. One of the Scissors charged at me, the blades wide open ready to slice through my flesh and bone. I charged forward and right into the blades grasp only to duck as they began to close and used one of my daggers to attack the head, immediately dissipating the demon as its' weapon clattered to the floor.
The other creatures charged at me, by moving around in a wide circle and using their phasing ability in an attempt to confuse me. I used my sensing ability to track them as walls were no barrier to energy, I dodged the attack of one that had come at me from below, but another managed to clip my shoulder with its' scythe, I retaliated by twirling my sword in my hand and cutting off the demons head. I twisted myself so that I landed on my feet and skidded back a bit, I looked at the injury to see that it wasn't that serious or deep and that only a small amount of blood trickled through the broken skin.
I rolled my shoulders to test if the injury had damaged it at all and only felt a small twang of pain, I returned my blade to my back and used my telekinesis to pull out my daggers. I then charged my magic and sent it through the blades giving them an electrical coat, the blue light flickering in the twilight light, I sent the blades flying at the Sins twisting and turning my hands and arms to guide the blades. The demons flew about desperately trying to avoid the weapons, using their phasing ability to escape and then reappear somewhere else.
One of them had attempted to attack me from behind however I had enchanted my sword to act as a shield and it sliced through its' mask dispersing it. I finished off the rest with my daggers and put all of the blades back into their sheaths and allowed my sword to gently land in the palm of my left hand. I sent out my magic again to sense for anymore demons and had to quickly bring my blade up to stop a bullet from imbedding itself in my brain.
"Why is it that everyone seems to enjoy attacking me from behind," I wondered aloud. I looked in the direction of my attacker to see a young boy who wore a long, black-purple and red coat with a symbol in the shape of an axe, surrounded on the left by a wing and the top by two horns sown onto both shoulders. He also wore a red zip-up hoodie/vest underneath this coat, a navy muscle-shirt beneath that, and a pair of dark blue pants. He also wore two rings on his normal hand, the one on his index finger had the same emblem as the one on his coat whilst the one on his ring finger had a rose design on it, which was identical to the design on his belt buckle, coat clasp, and coat buttons. He had white hair which was brushed down and blue eyes, reminding me of the man in red from the previous night.
The interesting thing was that his right arm was covered in a dark red skin almost like armour and that the centre of it and his fingers glowed an eerie blue light. I put my sword away and turned my full body to face him, I noticed that in his normal hand was a revolver with an over and under barrel style and on his back was a sword from what I could see.
"Two non-humans in one day, but if you're not a demon I don't care," I bluntly stated. The boy didn't react besides glaring at me, I turned and began to walk away when another shot went straight passed my head. "And apparently both of them enjoy shooting at me," I commented, as I turned around to face the boy.
"Just who the hell do you think you are?" The boy demanded an answer. I snorted, as if I would actually answer him. "So you think I'm joking?" The boy hissed before withdrawing his sword and charging down towards me. I lifted my sword and blocked the strike he had launched at me, I looked at him to find that he was surprised and angry that I had been able to easily block his attack.
"If you want to catch me off guard, you'll have to be faster than that, kid," I told him. The boy began to push down and I pushed back, the pressure that both of us exerted – thought it was mainly the boy – caused the stone floor underneath us to crack and become uneven. Suddenly the boy twisted the hand that was gripping his sword and it revved, almost as if the weapon had an engine, and sent out flames.
I jumped back and examined the blade more closely, it had an ornately etched base, and it appeared to be modelled after the German Great Knife, but its most unique feature was that it had been specially customized with a motorcycle-like gear shift, which I speculated was what allowed the weapon to release the flames.
"Looks like I caught you off guard," The boy stated. I looked at him and chuckled, getting an annoyed look off of him.
"You didn't, your weapon did," I corrected him. The boy scowled and charged at me, swinging his sword. I could tell that he was a competent swordsman but no master however he did have potential… and that arm of his, certainly interested me.
I switched my weapon to a dagger and dodged around one of his strikes and brought the butt of the dagger down on his wrist caused him to drop his sword, I caught it with my foot and threw it up into my free hand before throwing it into the wall. The boy was surprised and whipped out his gun and fired, I pulled the same shield trick as I did with the other man and it had the same effect.
"I don't use guns but if it's like other revolvers I've encounter, then you only have six cartridges in that weapon and because of its' design it fires two bullets at once, meaning you only have three shots and all of them missed," I guessed. I could only tell that my assessment was correct when he scowled at me and holstered his weapon, however he didn't dart for his sword as I thought he would.
Instead the boy reared back his unusual arm and threw it at me, however instead of it physically hitting me, a larger astral form appeared and slammed into my body sending me flying backwards. I rolled across the floor, feeling the broken stones dig into my skin. I eventually stopped when I crashed into an old bench, the force of my impact caused the aged wood to break into pieces.
"Well you surprised me that time," I muttered, as I wiped away the blood that leaked from my mouth. I rose to my feet and looked at the boy, his unusual arm was still formed into a fist, and his eyes were glowing an eerie red colour as he stared at me. I narrowed my eyes, suspicious of the sudden change that surrounded the boy, suddenly an eerie mist began to extend from his unusual hand and it coil and twist about, eventually forming into a weapon.
The weapon was a katana with an ornate, oval, bronze guard; and the handle wrapping was braided from white and black material. The blade featured several intricate ornaments, most notable is a relief of a dragon at the endpoint of the hilt. My eyes widened in shock as I recognised the sword instantly before narrowing them in anger, I summoned the dagger that had been thrown out of my grip during the impact, back into my hand.
"Why do you have that sword?" I hissed out. The boy was surprised by my change in my demeanour, he gripped the sword tightly as a large blue demonic astral form encompasses his body. This demon had a sheath on its left arm, which I suspected was used for storing the blade when it is not in use.
"A Devil Trigger! So you are a demon," I realised, however there was something off about this boy, it was similar to the man in red and him. "No, not demon, you're different. But if you endanger this world, I'll kill you," I informed the boy.
"Funny, coming from a bitch who has strange powers and refuses to give me a straight answer," The boy mocked, his voice had changed as well becoming far deeper than his previous voice.
"My name is Wiccan," I informed the boy. I returned my dagger to its' sheath and removed my sword, before holding it in front of me. "Now let's see what you can do," I suggested. The boy held the katana out in front of him and charged at me, I brought my sword up blocking the strike, however I had to swiftly duck as the spectre swung its' blade arm to attack me.
I used my magic to teleport to the balcony that was above the battleground, I summoned my chain and attached the numerous daggers to the weapon. The boy whipped his head around looking for me, I spun the chain around and threw it down towards him, the boy heard the chain coming and then dodged out of the way just in time, as the chain crashed into the ground cracking the worn stones.
I pulled the chain back and used my telekinesis to control its' movements, making it circle around my form, the boy swung the katana around before rushing towards me, intent of continuing the fight. He jumped up towards me, I thrust the chain outwards towards him, he dodged the attack but I used the other end to knock him off balance causing him to fall back down towards the floor.
The boy, reared his demonic hand back and threw a punch in my direction, causing the same astral attack to be launched at me. Having anticipated this I used the chain to dodge out of the way by swinging over to the other side and onto the floor, I made the chain wrap around the boy and began to pound him into the ground.
The boy used his demonic arm to seize a hold of the pillar and managed to pull himself out of the chain's grasp. The katana disappeared back into his arm and he jumped over, seized his other sword and rushed at me once more, I used the chain to parry his strikes. He jumped back and stared at me, confused I moved my chain back so that it didn't obstruct my view but so that it was close enough for a counterattack.
"Dante said you were strong, now I believe him," The boy commented. I raised an eyebrow, confused by what he said, I hadn't meet any Dante before… unless it was the man from last night.
"I assume Dante is a white-haired man in red," I stated. The boy didn't respond and it looked like he was going to attack me once again. I had grown tired of this fight and decided to end it and continue with my mission.
I used my telekinesis to remove all of my blades and had them dangled in the air, the tips pointing out at the boy as the two of us stared the other down, waiting for one to make the first move. The boy make the first move, by quickly reloading his gun and firing at me, I used one of my daggers to block the bullets, which caused them to ricochet across the building. He put his gun away and began to engage me in close combat once again.
I twisted around and out of the close combat situation, I telekinetically threw my daggers at the boy and used them to disarm him by slicing his normal wrist making him unable to hold his sword and the chain to seize the gun and toss to the other side of the building. I then used my daggers to pin him to the wall by plunging them into his upper and lower arms and into his lower legs.
He began to struggle against them but, I quickly used my magic to freeze his body to the wall, whilst avoiding trapping my blades in the mystical ice. Once he was frozen to the wall, I removed my blades and summoned them back to me, sheathing them and I walked up to the boy holding my sword against his throat.
"So you're going to kill me, just like a demon," The boy spat, glaring at me. I narrowed my eyes into a glare, once more angered at being mistaken for an accursed demon.
"One, I'm not a demon. Two, I may not kill you. What I want to know is how you got that sword," I questioned, putting emphasis on my last few words. The boy continued to struggle against the ice but it was impossible for him to break it.
"Why do you care about a Devil Arm?" The boy questioned. I could tell that he wasn't going to give me the answers that I wanted, so I placed my sword on my back and began to walk away from the boy. Suddenly a creaking sound echoed from behind me, I glanced back just in time to dodge an attack from the boy who had managed to free himself from the ice prison, I landed on the ledge of a broken window and looked down at the boy, before he finally spotted me.
"I've had fun but it's time for me to go. If we meet again I won't be so kind," I told the boy as I leapt out the window, I landed in the soft snow, which easily cushioned my fall. I stood up and shook the snow out of my hair and looked around, I had landed in a desolate cemetery, a rusted iron gate surrounded the outskirts and dead trees were dotted about, their twisted limbs looking like clawed hands in the shadowy night.
I pulled out my Witch Compass and used the same incantation to find the correct path again. The compass stopped and pointed me in a direction away from the castle, returning it to my pocket I began to set off towards Mercuno hoping to catch my prey before they got too far away.