This is it. You swung the dagger out, feeling the blade slice through demon flesh. A piercing shriek fills the air as the horrendous creature recoils, flashing fangs and claws. Blood trickled down your forehead, over your left eyelid while saturating your parched lips.
The night air smelled of death so strongly it almost gagged you. You suck a breath deep into your lungs, mumbling a defensive spell under your breath; your set of daggers were clutched firmly in your hands, your knuckles turning white and sweat beading your brow.
The creature roared, its horned head thrown back as blood dripped from its maw. A wave of dark magic barreled with the force of hell's wrath.
"Luxignis!" A beam of flaming light shot forth from your engraved dagger, slicing through the shoulder of the black-scaled beast. You could almost feel your energy force depleting as you cast stronger spells in a futile attempt to deter the creature from Devil May Cry. Nero had accompanied Dante on a mission to some foreign land to stop devil worshipping priestesses, Vergil was gone to the ancient remains of Greece to find some kind of artifact, Trish followed the blue-clad twin on your request, Lady was gone doing whatever it was Lady did, and Lucia was…..nowhere to be found. Even when you called her phone.
"Pr-praesidium contego…" You were panting, barely able to breathe from your life force draining as you cast a protection shield. A bubble of light surrounded you as you fell to your knees. This shield was absorbing every attack the creature sent at you, wave after wave of dark magic mixed with bone-shattering physical blows. The light splintered under the ministrations, sending small waves of pulsing blackness through the cracks.
"Well, it doesn't look you're open for business at the moment." A feminine voice purrs as you lift your eyes to spot a well-developed blonde woman coming forward.
"Not….at….the moment. You should…..stay back. It….really isn't…safe." You gasp out, the shield splintering even more. The blonde chuckles, stepping closer.
"I can handle this." A curved dagger is plunged into the demons neck, black puss oozing out from the wound. The woman moved faster than you had ever seen, almost as fast as…
"You're…..a demon." You force yourself to stand, ignoring the stabs of pain that flow through you.
"Aren't you smart. My name is Ruby, as I would prefer you not calling me demon girl during our business." As she moves closer, you remain inside the bubble of light splintered as it is.
"Smart and cautious hm?" You growl, holding the daggers close to your chest. When you don't make any moves to respond, Ruby continues.
"I need to ask a little favor if that's alright. One witch to another." Your eyes widen, no one was supposed to….
"My heritage does not define me. My actions do." You spit out, holding close to the center of the bubble.
"Oh? And those spells would agree with you wouldn't they?" Her voice is almost condescending as she nears closer to your area.
"I am who I am. And I am my own person, with my own soul." Ruby laughs, tracing a finger along the cracks.
"(First Name) Sinclair, descendent of Morgan LeFay. You can't run from your past." One manicured nail taps the bubble, shattering it into glimmers of light that flutter down around you. "Or your soul."
You pause, sucking in a breath as you sheath one of the blades.
"You said you were here on business. What business?" Ruby smiles, holding out two photos for you to grasp.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. And they could use just a little assistance."
Author's Note: Yep. Enjoy it. Thanks for reading! Sincerely, Kay.
