Cherrio for me, the multi-taster! I got this idea from the weirdest things: Priest/Exorcist/Angel...Uhh, I don't watch Angel, but I thought it would be a great Idea. Therefore, I must write it now. Plus, 90 of the DMC fanfiction sucks.... -- Hey, I am no fancy writer myself (check for my shit here: and see if I really suck at writing) but even I have my limits!! Oh, the title comes from E Nomine's new CD. It means "Black Sun".
Ahem, my 3rd fanfiction...
Schwarze Sonne
They've always been prone to have problems. For they were the Dermodys. You're average American family in a normal suburb . They lived in a small desolate community, in classic suburbia. Their oldest child, was a small girl, only twelve years old. Their youngest was a boy, not even ten yet. He was very withdrawn and was very shy. He didn't form friends very well and wanted to get to know someone just like him. He was naturally curious; rummaging threw the old attic in search of some form of companionship. Until one day, the freckled-face boy found something...
An old oujia board passed down in his family for generations. His grandmother told stories to him about contacting her husband in the other world much like old Celtic lore. That's when he got the idea to make a new friend as well as pass on the tradition of contacting the other side. But little did the boy know that the solution to his problems would also be the catalyst to a larger problem.
The family was so withdrawn from one another due to work and school. So it happened so quickly when a large negative force took the house. Erin, the only daughter of the Dermodys, sought out to cleanse the house of the negative energy. Erin was a small, short, skinny girl with pale freckled skin and her deep brown eyes as well as her red hair that looked like it was washed out in a rainstorm for many years.
Erin was fearful and panicked about the situation that she might as well rushed into it. By the second week and failed neurologist appointments to diagnose the odd behavior of the boy, with all hope gone, Erin's parents vanished. Dazed and confused, Erin took the last remaining hundred dollars she saved from her Grandmother, and looked for help either one way or another.
So she left with the unknown being inside her house as well as her brother.
Once more, Erin sought help again. She hardly knew where to begin. Erin had been traveling for a decent two weeks, driven from her home in search of help. The best way she felt for driving out the spirits or whatever they were now. Her best option was to get away far as possible and go to a Catholic organization found in the mid-coast in search of an Exorcist. But the Catholic Church itself hardly did exorcisms anymore and leaned more the psychological state rather than the religious belief. Hardly any priest knew anything about exorcisms or knew as much as atheists from the street. With these odds stacked against her, Erin became more desperate with each day passing. She didn't know what else to do.
She'd try this shelter for the hell of it because there had to be someone at least that could help. Erin's feet beated with pain from the walking around in circles. Erin refused to go to homeless shelters because the ever fear of doubt in her story. Hardly any priests receded in these buildings too. Erin looked up again at the old building once more. Surrounded by a neighborhood. After all, seminaries are very hard to come by nowadays. Erin opened the door slightly. She peeked her head and looked around. With hardly anyone walking around, Erin nervously placed one foot in and finally walked in. However she was going to do this, she'd better do it quickly. Erin walked inside the main room and saw a least two Jesuits talking lightly. Erin went unnoticed as they didn't move but their conversation did pick up. She lowered her head slightly and looked downward in an attempt to look noticed by the doorway, clasping her hands together above her knees. One of the Jesuits, a man around her fathers' age shot a quick glance. He whispered to the much older Jesuit
"Take care, Carl," The younger priest shook hands with the elder priest. The old priest proceeded down the hallway just left of the main doors. With him gone, the Jesuit turned to Erin.
"Can I help you with anything?" He asked warmly. Erin hesitated but walked over cautiously as if she were in deep trouble with some authoritve figure.
"Can you tell me how I can get an excrocism?"
The priest's warm smile faded as quickly as Erin's question came up. His face turned to a serious, harsh tone.
"Hardly anyone in the Catholic church does it anymore," He said simply. "It is more of an issue of the mind rather than the devil, do you understand?"
Erin quivered. It was the same answer she heard everywhere else. "Yes, but...I am very serious, Father," Erin voice began to shake as she fought back tears. "I tried everyone! My little brother isn't the same, I think he's possessed...a-and the house has a bunch of voices and the shadows move around! Please don't send me away!"
The Jesuit breathed in for a moment and then said to Erin: "The Chruch also needs approval from the Bishop himself and a very detailed case. Its much like trying to show someone murdered another. You need evidence. I don't think you have any."
"No, I don't," Erin grasped her knuckles and looked at him in his brown eyes. "But you try getting evidence from that, Father!"
Slightly annoyed Erin shuffled waiting for a reply.
"No one performs exorcisms anymore, my dear," He tried to emphasize some sort of compassion in his tone. "It hasn't been done here for fifty years."
"You're seminary won't even give me chance?" Erin's tone grew shrill. "Fine, then! I'll find someone else who knows how to get them out of my house! Even my parents won't come back!"
With that note, Erin wheeled on the heel of her sneekers and walked defiantly out of the seminary before the Jesuit said anything else to her.
"What kind of Church that has fought against demons says they won't do it anymore?" Erin said outloud.
"Heheh.." Murmered the homeless man on the curb below the steps as he got to his feet. "Say, dear?" He walked slowly up to the steps to Erin. Erin turned swiftly; her washed out red hair swung back.
"...Y-yes, sir?" Erin looked at him mournfully. "I have no money. If I am blocking the-"
"Oh, no!" He waved his hands carelessly. "You said you had a demon problem, right?"
Erin nodded flavorously. She looked at him as if his words were madness. Had she really said that out loud? Did everyone in the damn building hear her problem?
"Why, I know just the man! You don't need any damn church approval or all that hoodily shit!" His smile broke out Erin did say she would find another way of disposing of the demons. But what non-religious organization did that was clearly fictitious to her.
"Come with me, darlin'! I know where ya can go for your problem! Honest!" He limped up the stairs, straightening his back and held out his hand. "Nothin' to be afraid of! Ya just need to think outside the box!"
"Uh...ok."
"Ah, don't worry, darlin'! Ladies love 'em!" He gently held her hand as they walked down the street. "My name is Charlie, yours?"
"Uh...Erin..."She muttered shyly.
"Just trust me," He repeated. "All ya need is a bounty hunter! It's the same matter when the fuzz can' handle those damn Osama Bin Landens out there!"
"The fuzz?" Erin asked mindlessly as she helped him down the stairs onto the sidewalk.
"The popos! The pigs! The police!" He added shrilly. "They don't do anything anymore. Sometimes you need to have someone outside the damn force to help you!"
"So where are you going to take me?" Erin inquired. Charlie stopped and scratched his grey hair head under a wool beanie.
"You go to'Devil May Cry' or whatever he calls it now!" Charlie returned to his limp walk down south of the seminary as Erin followed closely behind to help him.
"Are you serious?" Erin blinked. "Someone just runs a business fighting demons or something? And people pay that business?"
"YEAH!" Charlie shouted loudly as they approached an intersection.
Erin seriously doubted if he was right or not. But she had no choice. Her journey took her here for some reason and maybe it was this reason alone.
Even though Charlie was slightly touched, even he knew about the even stranger local business, "Devil May Cry". A very distinguishable young man, Dante, ran it. The local people thought he was nuts, the customers thought he was great. The ladies loved him. Despite that, Dante was a bizarre, active member of that community. He even held fundraisers for Christmas, passed out Christmas presents, held local (and very loud) Halloween parties. Despite that, Dante kept his lineage a secret. Besides, would you fling out to random people you were half-demon?
As they walked into a separate business district, Erin's doubts grew. 'No way,' She thought. 'There would not be anyone out there to take something so seriously to open up a business.' Lo and behold, neon pink with bright cursive letters were gleaming out "Devil May Cry". Erin's eyes grew wide with shock. "Oh, my, it's true?" She whispered as she peered up at the building. Built from an older complex, it was grungy on the outside, the rails faded from years of use, and an old bike sat in the back hidden in the alleyway.
"S-so, someone actually does this for a living?" Erin thought.
Charlie stopped briefly for a moment and turned a very Mad-Eye Moody look to Erin. Her heart was racing. This was insanity. How could you drive demons out without the Roman Rituals? Did the business owner used it? And if not, what else were the methods of destroying demons? Blood rushed to Erin's head as she stopped behind Charlie. Erin's hand gripped her old battered backpack in antipation.
"Ok, we here now!" Charlie took his arms up in the air and waved his hands. Bob, the local dry cleaner waved to Charlie.
"Heya, Charlie!" Waved Bob from the block away. Erin shot a look across the street and came into the relization that this place—was an average place.
Erin nervously sweatdropped. What and odd neighborhood. Charlie was already up the stairs. He pulled out a mini bike toy, a joke for old time sakes, and opened the door. "Well, whadda waitin' for darlin'? Come on in!" He waved anxiously. Erin nervously walked up the stairs, feeling her sweaty hands shake.
As Charlie swung the door open, Erin had a chance to look in. It was no average business. No curators, no respetionists, no cubicles like her father's office he worked in. The room was a complete mess. It gave an impression of either a very busy man or a very careless slob. At the desk, a young man with white hair, slummed forward was on the phone and apparently, was too engrossed in a phone conversation to notice Charlie and the new compatriot he dragged in.
He slumped over his desk, narrowed his ice blue eyes. "What do you mean it won't be here until Friday?" He blurted out simontaniously to Charlie's excited waved. Erin quietly looked back at Dante on the phone. "I'd like to have it sometime this evening."
Dante didn't turn to Charlie. He pulled the phone away and the voice of an angry voice was echoing threw the phone speaker. With a mixture of frustration of amusement, Dante pulled back the receiver to his ear.
"What an ass," Dante muttered quietly away from the phone. "Oh, look! Charlie's here with someone!" He rushed the ending of the conversation quickly. "Gotta go now. Bye!" He slammed the phone on the desk and turned to Charlie.
"What's that about?" Charlie asked anxiously.
"I can't have a new drumset," He replied simply. Erin turned to an old, worn out drumset in a dark corner with a monstrous head with its mouth open with a picture of a music group.
"Heya!" Charlie grew exicted next to Erin and rummaged through his old jack eagerly. "Got somthin' for ya!"
Charlie tossed the mini bike at Dante. He quickly caught it with a gloved hand. Dante narrowed his eyes again. "Very funny, Charlie." He placed the small bike onto the side of the desk.
Dante turned his eyes to Erin. Erin fiercely blushed.
"Oh, who's that?"
Charlie turned swiftly to a shaking Erin. "Oh, this kid? Its Erin! She's got a problem with them demons!"
Dante lifted an eyebrow and ran his gloved hand threw his white hair. "Oh, really?"
He moved around the desk to greet Charlie.
"Now you aren't grabbing random people again, are you?" He asked him. Charlie shook his head furiously.
"Nope! She went to them priests and she had to leave!" Charlie grabbed Erin's shoulders and turned her to Dante. "The church is too shitty to help people with real demon problems. Figure ya be interested, Dante!"
Erin looked to the floor quickly. Feeling awkard by the moment, Erin raced through her head to try to explain this to him.
Dante broke out in a small smile and shoke his head.
"Oh, the don't perform exorcisms anymore? What a shame." He looked at Erin, who still hasn't bugged from her little slump. Erin stood cautiously still again and muttered something shyly. Charlie looked at both of them waiting for some reply. Dante made a gesture to back away from Erin. He knelt down to her eye level and looked at her with a small cocky smile.
"Hey, kid," Dante said boldly "Don't worry. Whatever problem you have, I can handle it. For a fee your folks can muster." Erin looked at him with watery brown eyes.
"Maybe," She said softly. "Maybe if they were still around. I don't know where they went. They disappeared..."
Dante usually enjoyed a hefty fee, but this time he wouldn't have one. In the past he had taken jobs before without such a large sum. Erin dugged in her coat and pulled out a crinkled up ten dollar bill. With teary eyes, she looked at him with a small smile. "I know it's not much," She said to him "But it is all I have. It was going to be my dinner money. And I know you have to earn a fee for your hard work. I'm really sorry."
He shrugged.
"Nah, keep it." He said flatly. Erin's face changed to a sudden shock and her tears grew heavier.
"Why?" She asked desperately.
Dante smiled gently, the first true smile Erin had seen. "Hey, I will do anything to help you. You keep that money. Don't worry about a fee for now." His hand patted her shoulder gently. Erin stood bewildered. Charlie however was at the door.
"Hey, where are you going old man?" He asked Charlie.
"Ah! Supper time at the shelter! I be moseying over there! Take care of the darlin'!" With that Charlie grinned maniacally and grasped the handle.
"Dont slam the-!"
SLAM!
"Door..." Dante frowned at the now closed door. "Crazy old Charlie." Dante' gaze met Erin's again.
"Well, I bet your hungry," He said making his way back to his beaten up desk and opened up a small fridge on the counter, next two empty bottles of beer.
"Pizza?" He he held out a small box of Red Baron's pizza. Erin blinked and quietly came over to the desk. "Ok..." She muttered, whipping away excess tears.
Squee! That was fun! Reviews, flames, rants, the usual! Or tips for that matter!!