I'M ALIVE! I am back, baby! It has been a while, sorry, but college, and assignments, is one big pain in the rear. Now I won't say that updates will be regular now, but I figured with the holidays, it would be fitting to post this chapter. And on that note…
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Thank you to Aragorn II Elessar for helping me with some parts during this chapter.
HalosZealotDemon: Thanks for the review, but dude, you need to tone it down a bit, especially with that "Hitler" crap, and that last part of your review, that's going too far. "Cringy" is an understatement, it nerfs the 'DMC' side, and the guy has no clue how to create an interesting character, and butchers Dante, he also steals from other authors so that tells you all you need to know (even that whole crossover series is stolen from "Naruto son of Artemis" story). But now the guy has taken down most of his copied stories, guessing he was finally caught out.
Matt: We're not jerks to Omni, and he's not crazy, we're just dealing with a crazy, demented, troll who just so happens to be trying to run his name through the mud.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC.
Chapter 9: I am who I am
Camp Half-blood
In the history of Camp Half-Blood, a Demon has never set foot upon its grounds. Chiron knew that the Demon race held no interest in the gods, at least the Demons with the ability to think, Lesser Demons were no better than mindless savages, yet they were dangerous nonetheless. That was why, upon fleeing with the campers away from the forest turned battleground, the trainer of heroes galloped toward the Athena Cabin, for the Armory.
"Off! Quick!" Chiron nearly pushed Percy and Annabeth off his back as he reared, kicking the metal shed's door open. "Every camper fifteen and over, arm yourself! Steel weapons only!" Chiron ordered like a commander to his troops. Luke, having guided his siblings and other campers away from the battle, was the first one through the doors grabbing a sword and shield, with many of his fellow older campers following.
Annabeth and Percy made to enter the Armory themselves, had they not been picked up by their collars. "Hey!" Percy and Annabeth screamed as they dropped back to the ground. "Chiron, what's going on?!"
"Demons, they have come, though I have no thought as to why. Bronze weapons will not be enough." Chiron said hurriedly as an older teen from the Ares Cabin came out with a shotgun in his hands, Percy's eyes widening at the weapon. "This is too dangerous for you, either of you. Stay in the camp, and I mean it!" Chiron turned away from the two younger campers to address the gathering group waiting for him, Luke in the lead. "You face an enemy older than the gods themselves. They are more ruthless, and numerous than any monster. Stay together, your numbers and skills shall be your only advantage. Protect each other. Now, prepare for battle!"
"What about Damon? He stayed behind to fight those things!" Luke spoke up as the other campers looked at each, each wondering about the crazy demigod that remained behind.
Chiron withheld a sigh, during that time did Luke notice Percy and Annabeth sneaking into the Armory, before deciding to tell them all. "Damon's family are Demon Hunters, he knows how to fight these creatures, but they will overwhelm him soon enough," the centaur gained a grim look aimed toward the forest, "but I fear we may be too late."
Camp Half-Blood Forest
With Damon
"WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Damon leapt on top of a Hell Pride, his hands covering the demon's face with his legs wrapped around it's shoulders and swinging it's scythe in every direction trying to get the silver eyed nuisance off, but Dante's son could only laugh as he witnessed the demon killing it's own kind instead. Backflipping off the demon, Damon landed in the middle of a group of four Prides, waving cheerily. "How you doing guys?"
The demons screeched and swung at once, only for it to be wasted as Damon was already gone, until he stepped next to a Pride, looking at the spot the scythe's stabbed into. "Damn, you almost had him." Shaking his head in "frustration", the hunter sidestepped a swing from the Pride, drawing the other demons' attention to him. Dancing through a gauntlet of demon weapons, with a mocking smirk on his face, Damon leaned back enough to be parallel to the ground as a demon's blade hovered over his face close enough to see his own reflection. Standing up again, the hunter caressed his jawline. "Close shave. Hey, you guys ever think about becoming barbers?" A scythe stopped inches from eye, Damon smirking at the culprit with it's shaking arms as he held the blade back with his fingers. "I mean, it's not like you guys are exactly successful at anything else but will give you an A+ for your persistence."
A demon leapt from above to bring down it's weapon in an overhead slash, Damon, seeing the demon's reflection in the blade, pulled the Pride clutching to the scythe in his grasp toward him as the hunter passed by, shrugging while the demon killed its own kind in a burst of sand. "Honestly, every time I try and give you guys advice, you take a swing at me! I really wonder whether you guys can't take criticism," Damon leapt over the incoming group behind him and leaned against a tree as a contemplative look crossed the white-haired boy's features, "or maybe I'm not as good a life coach as I thought." Damon ducked his head under a scythe lodging into the tree above him, grasped the tree with his hands as he lifted his legs away from another swing, then spread them as one more came dangerously close to his…package. "Shit…did I leave the TV on?"
A hand grabbed the Hell Pride by the face, swinging the demon's body around like a flail into the other two demons, a shower of sand falling down on him. Running his hand through his hair to get the demon remains out of his white locks, the eccentric teen grimaced and spat out some sand. "Yuck! Course, rough, and irritating as fuck. No wonder that guy turned to the dark side." Noticing the charging group of Hell Prides, a bored Damon shoved his hands in his pockets as they came closer. "Guys, this is starting to get old now." The demons ignored the grandson of the great traitor's words, charging like a stampede with their scythes slashing toward Damon, only for their blades to pass through his body until it faded away. The Hell Prides looked in every direction for their prey but finding nothing. A Hell Pride screeched in what passed for frustration among demons with the others joining it, until a whistle drew their attention. "Yooohooo! Up here, boys!"
Snapping their heads up in unison, the Hell Pride's found Sparda's grandson balancing himself between two trees via the splits, a cheery grin on his face with his eyes closed. "Van Damme ain't got nothing on me!" Lost in his own pride, a shadow over Damon's face, making him open his silver orbs as the small army of Hell Prides descending on him like a wave of demonic steel and sand. "Couldn't give me a moment, could you?" He deadpanned the approaching group, before sighing and letting himself drop down. Hands back in his pockets as his feet landed gracefully. "Why is it I always get the Lesser Demons coming after me?" Damon pouted as demons and scythes descended on him, and missing every time as Damon walked around, leaned to the side or just tilted his head. Sighing, while jumping onto the blade of a scythe, Damon scratched his cheek while staring back at the Pride's glowing red eyes. "Bored now." Grabbing an incoming scythe, Damon flicked the Hell Pride wielding it into the owner of the weapon he was standing on, sending the two crashing into tree bark before throwing the demon's weapon up into the air, spinning like a saw directly upwards to the sky.
"DAMON!" A voice that Damon recognized as Chiron's shouted before the centaur galloped into view, with a large group of campers trailing behind him.
"S'up, teach, what are you doing here?" Damon titled his head curiously.
Chiron could not speak as his eyes widened when the Hell Prides all at once surrounded Damon and as one, swing their unholy weapons towards the defenseless and casual teen. He had to move, Chiron thought, move faster than they could see like Damon had done so many times before. But no, the scythes got closer and closer to Damon's flesh with the boy not showing any indication the demons were even there. No one could raise a weapon in time before several blades pierced leather, cotton, and flesh, spraying blood over the forest, onto the trees and the grass, flowing like a red river down from new injuries. Damon's face blank, his mouth slightly open. The screams of Luke and Percy, having snuck into the group with Annabeth, reiterated through the small army. The daughter of Athena herself could not speak as the death happened before her sent her back years into the past.
There was no sound in nature or by the demons, the demigods could not utter a word at the sight, all except one that echoed throughout the forest, back to camp, and even to Olympus itself.
"GGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH-" Damon screamed to the high heavens, the pain, the anguish, it made Chiron look away as tears dropped from his eyes…
Until the screams changed.
"-AAAHHHHHHoooooooohhhhhh man!" Laughter filled the air, a cheery laughter that made the campers shake the same way as they did when the demons first appeared. "Thanks guys, that itch has been bugging me all day." Chiron and the demigods looked back, and gasped, Damon, blood pouring out of him, smiled in a way that scared them as a dangerous glint entered his eyes, the blood leaking from his mouth making the boy seem…inhuman. "And now, I think it's time I finally let 'er rip!"
A sudden burst of wind threw the demons away in every direction, the force hitting the demigods, making them take cover behind trees and shields. Percy peaked around the tree he was behind the best he could to see his friend, the very source of the gusts pelting them. The green eyes of Poseidon's son widened, Damon threw off his ruined jacket, hoody, and Henley shirt, exposing a body with no fat, just hard muscle that had no place on a normal thirteen-year old's body, but Damon was not normal. Bloody holes in his chest, arms, and legs mended themselves until there was no sign of injury in the first place, only blood, and a gold amulet with a red gem resting at the center of his chest. However, what scared Percy, and everyone else who could see was Damon's hair shadowing his eyes, yet his grin continued to widen, his sharp teeth glinting as the waves of wind seemed to stop. The boy looked, well, Percy couldn't think of a better word, Damon looked insane.
Inhuman shouts and nonsensible words came from the Hell Prides as impacted against the forest floor, those that could immediately stood back up and charged at Dante's son. Behind a curtain of white hair, Damon's eyes flashed red.
They should have fled when they had the chance
Spinning around an attacking Pride, then stepping onto the next one's face, Damon rotated in the air as demon blades missed him by inches, before he landed on the ground and rolled between a Hell Pride's legs. Turning on his heel, the young Demon Hunter let the scythe cut above his hair before finally backflipping over the last Hell Pride. In the air, Damon threw his open hands out, the red leather jacket began to move before two shining objects flew out into his awaiting grip as Damon finally landed. He spun Lunar and Solar before crossing the two guns and aimed. The last thing the demons saw was the smirk of the son of Dante, and one word that made the demons of the Netherworld shiver in fear.
"Jackpot."
BANG!
Twin bullets shot from the barrels of the guns, closing the distance between Damon and the Hell Pride's, simultaneously they pierced through the head and eye of the first pair of demons, penetrating through the sand and cloaks into the next demon, creating another eruption of sand as they tore through the torsos of the first of the Seven Hells. Bullets continued to sail until five pairs of demons fell into piles of corpses bleeding sand, with only one remaining. The Hell Pride looked between its fallen brethren, then to the white-haired Demon Hunter, in the same position with both barrels smoking, the only visible features, were the glowing red eyes, and a wide, grin exposing his teeth from ear to ear. It was the most terrifying thing the demon ever seen. For the first time in its and the entire first circle of Hells history, the Pride made the smart choice.
It ran.
Scampering away with every ounce of energy it had, it made Damon chuckle darkly, for the Pride kept on running and running, until something metal flashed in front of it, making it freeze. Spinning the guns on his fingers, he holstered the silver and gold guns behind his waist, while the demon split in two halves down the middle, falling either side of the scythe that impaled itself in front of the now dead Hell Pride. The same scythe that Damon threw skywards earlier.
Percy, Annabeth, Luke, and all the campers assembled did not know what they were watching. Bloody holes made from the demon's weapons once riddled Damon's body, now it is as if they never existed, if not for the blood covering his bare torso. But the eyes, the aura, Percy recognized it, he once saw it back in Yancy academy, when he first met the white-haired boy, and when he scared Clarisse as he put the bully in her place. Damon always had the ability to make people back off, but this was different, he always knew his friend wouldn't hurt him, but now, as he walked over the remains of the things that attacked him, towards the corpse of the rhino-sized hound where his sword remained, Percy did not know who, or what, Damon Graves was.
"It can't be…" Chiron muttered to himself, clutching a tree like a crutch to stop himself from falling over. Destroying so many demons by himself, healing from such wounds in seconds, no demigod could do this, not one so young. But no, that was not what truly shocked him.
It was when the black hair he believed belonged to Damon Graves for so long changed to pure white, and the startling blue eyes he finally recognized shifted to a piercing silver.
Olympus
Silence reigned over Mount Olympus. No one spoke a word. Days following Odin's appearance and Zeus' return, many a minor and major God refused to speak of the event responsible for their king's punishment. For fear that they would receive equal treatment from Zeus himself.
Now though, for the gods who witnessed the events of the Camp Half-Blood game of Capture the Flag, their silence was deafening. A thirteen-year-old demigod, a Demon Hunter, fighting so many demons by himself. It was unheard of.
The fact he did it all with a smile on his face while his body was pierced by half a dozen scythes, it made the golden ichor of the Olympians run cold.
Zeus, sitting upon his throne, mouth agape as he witnessed the event, from start to finish. His right-hand shook as he clenched it to a fist as the king of the Olympian's other hand hovered over the left side of his face. A mixture of fear and anger adorned his features as he whispered only a few words.
"He is one of them."
Unknown location
Unknown Realm
Gazing down upon a pool of water, reflecting the events of the attack on the Greek camp, the Odin Allfather watched with his face stoic and his emotions blank, yet a small smile curled on his lips, and amusement shined in his one eye.
A flash of light appeared on either side of him, but Odin did not move, he knew who they were. On his left, a tall man wearing a flat cap with long black hair underneath reaching down his neck, and an equally bushy beard of matching color, boots and jeans speckled with mud, a grey overcoat buttoned up, and brown eyes like the those of a hawk. He had the appearance and build of a farmer, with large calloused hands and a weathered, yet ruggedly good looking face. To Odin's right, a dark-skinned man wearing a white gold sherwani dhoti. His very being exuded grace, with black eyes holding wisdom beyond human comprehension, and a comforting smile that can be, but if pushed, the most terrifying sight a God would ever lay eyes upon.
Stoically, each of the men watched with purpose as the grandson of their old friend and ally demonstrated who he really is.
"Now they know."
Camp Half-Blood Forest
As Damon wrenched the sword free from the corpse of the hellhound, finally did he raise his head, his eyes becoming visible again, their red glow subsiding, and his maniacal grin falling. Instead, the features of the young demigod switched to annoyed, as he picked up his leather jacket. "Ah man!" The exclamation woke the campers up from their daze, not before some tripped under themselves. "Of all the evil things they could have done," Damon held up the jacket by the sleeves, exposing all the holes, "they ruined my jacket! Seriously?! Do they know how hard it is to get Patty to fix this?!"
It was because of this random and quite normal complaining that woke Percy up from his fear induced daze. Finally, he started to snicker, loudly, snorting into his hand to hide the volume. It did not stop the other campers looking at him like he lost his mind.
Percy's laughter promptly ended when an annoyed Damon threw the ruined jacket in his face. "I'd like to see you laughing when I start putting holes in your underwear."
"You promised to stop doing that!"
"I never promised anything, just agreed to stop doing it while we were in Nancy…" Damon paused, resting Alastor on his shoulder while his free hand cupped his chin. "That sounded more sexual than I thought it'd be."
"Damon." If he wasn't what he was, the son of Dante and grandson of Sparda would not have heard the whisper. Silver eyes glanced at the source, the centaur teacher now looking as pale as Damon's own hair. "Can it be...?"
Raising a brow, Damon figured there was not a point in hiding it anymore. Not like there were many demon hunters who could do what he can, well, to be fair, outside his family at Devil May Cry, he did not know many, the secret was bound to come out. There was also the reaction of the Olympians he considered, since despite his many, many, MANY shows of disrespect, the only repercussion was thunder butt's light show after his first day. That's it. You would think with mythological figures as temperamental as the Greeks, they would do something, but they did not. Either something is restraining them from lashing out, or they realize how bad an idea it is to screw with him.
He's betting on that second option.
"Surprised you didn't figure it out, teach." Damon's smirk was back. "I'm…and you're not looking at me." He stopped when Chiron's eyes went above his head. Looking around, Damon saw it was the same thing with the others, even Percy, albeit, his punk friend was confused, while the rest of the campers, they were shocked. Scratching his cheek, Damon could chalk it up to his display, but they were looking ABOVE him. Groaning, his eyes shut in frustration, "There better not be what I think is over my head." Slowly the Demon Hunter looked up, and his whole body went rigid.
Above him, a sphere glowing like the moon shone above, that same light cloaking Damon in a silver aura of light, a symbol of a bow notched with an arrow at the center.
"It can't be."
"There's no way!
Damon heard the whispering, he didn't care who they were, didn't care what they said. He didn't even care about the damn symbol over his head.
He didn't give a shit about any of it.
"There can be no mistake." Chiron seemed to regain his composure, and color, as he walked toward Damon. His brow furrowed when he noticed the boy unusually quiet. "It is the symbol of Artemis, none would dare to fake such a thing. It is official." Chiron said more to himself than any of the campers, before he his voice changed to announce to all gathered. "Hail Damon Sparda, Son of-"
BANG!
Chiron flinched with the campers at the sound, but his true shock showed when he saw what caused the gunshot. Damon, his head down, with his free hand raised with the silver gun pointed up, smoke escaping the barrel, and the symbol of Artemis destroyed, nothing but red wisps fading away remained.
The trainer of heroes dropped his jaw, and his ability to speak escaped him. Damon…destroyed his own claiming. The brown eyes of Kronos' son widened in fear when Damon raised his head up, and his face displayed something Chiron had never seen before and never dared to think would cross the young boys face. An expression fit only for grown men who lived for decades longer than Damon has, yet from what Chiron now knew, he cannot think of the black-no, WHITE haired boy like any other demigod. He was not, and he displayed a face that shook the centaur very much like a time many years ago.
A face consumed with cold, unadulterated, hate.
"Who the fuck is Artemis?"
And that is it! Damon is finally claimed, his heritage revealed, and demon asses kicked…just, not in that order. The origin of the demons connection with the Olympians will be revealed next chapter, as does Damon's reaction to what just happened, and lets just say, he's not okay being claimed like a piece of property from a woman he doesn't even know now claiming to be his mother. Obviously something like that will piss him off.
If some of you were wondering why Damon was described with black hair and blue eyes in a few chapters, it's a safety thing, so no one connected to the Greek world would know who he really is, because the white hair is a giveaway.
Damon is a lazy, go with the flow, joker who likes to have fun, but there is more to him, as his scary side showed there. Think Shikamaru's laziness, Dante's disregard for the rules, Goku's love for a good fight, and Alucard's scariness, especially that maniacal grin of his.
In case I don't get another update in, happy New Year everyone!
Stay safe y'all. Take care now, bye bye then.