A Demons Redemption
Authors notes: Ok, sorry for the delay, I got sidetracked getting up to my new accounting corse (switching classes half way though the semester… not fun.) Many of you have complained about my spelling/grammar, this is why I stated that I am working with out beta, (anyone offering will be gladly excepted) and happen to have a rather irritating writing disability known as dyslexia. I do look over my chapters before posting them, but there is only so much I can do. Others have commented on the lack of Pecker, I have decided on not bring him in until later in the story. The fact of the matter is that I am unused to comedy styles (unless were talking grim humor), so I am easing gently into the basic style of this universe.
Red Mage 04: Thank you for your complements, I thought you might like the angle… Jak will end up similar to the original DJ, but will have some differences. Do not worry about Veger, he will suffer in both painful and humiliating ways.
Sorry about the spelling, see my general note for details.
I am sorry about the short length, I'll work on it, but to be able to update even semi regularly they'll have to be rather short for now.
PS. Sorry about not replying to your fic's, I have being hard pressed for time as of late.
LunarSquirrel: Thank you for your kind words, I'm working on the spelling.
FeralEco: One chapter, coming up hot! As for my rather rancid grammatical skills… I'm working on it
MinyaDarkBringer: Thank you for the sympathy. Here ya go, hope you like it.
SpontaneousCombustion: Sorry about the length of the update, I will be updating faster from now on.
jaklover123: I hope you enjoy how the plot develops.
Darkening Light: Glad you liked it, here some more.
Pairings: JxK, DxT, TxA, and surprisingly SxS,
Disclaimer: I don't own Jak, Jak II, Jak III, or any of the cast, so… Back fowl demon layers Back!
Chapter 1
Introduction to a Devil
There were three of them, one scared overweight roguish looking one, wearing viking-esk armor, one none largish one with an eye batch, and a large scar across his neck and the third was as tall as Sig! He had white deadlocks, and some sort of crown like structure seemingly fused to his head, he was wearing ceremonial armor with a great deal of ornamental precursor metals making up it's bulk. Both the fat one and the tall one bore them a near aura of confidence, something he had only seen among a few warriors, inducing Torn, Ashelin, Sig, and himself. The Sages had a similar presence but it was likely vea the immense quantities of raw eco in their bodies, rather then experience.
He narrowed his cold black eyes at them as he put two and two together. "Your wastelanders… What do you what?" he extend the claws on his right hand to show he meant business. Daxter scurried up to his regular resting-place on his shoulder, putting on his best evil grin, to further intimidate the approaching warriors.
The group paused at the unnatural weapons display, they had figured that the guy had stumbled across the wreck, but as they approached they noticed some things about him. For one, he held himself like an experienced fighter, not like the insane marauders that plagued the sands, but a true warrior. Two other key points were the blood leaking from the wreck, and the unnatural hew of the… creature in front of them. Regal spoke first "We were hunting metal heads when we spotted the wrecked land shark, when we saw you, and came to investigate."
The Dark warrior considered their story for a moment then retracted his claws. "Fine. If you two are wastelanders you know were we can find water and shelter, tell me." It wasn't a request, and all four of them knew it.
Dax nodded "You better tell him, Jak here has 'anger issues'." he even did the little quite signs in the air as he assumed a smug grin.
The viking took a step forward anger on his face "Watch who your talking to bo…" he never had a chance to finish his threat, as a much larger one let himself be known. To the other two elves it seems as if 'Jak' had vanished, until they realized that he was not holding up their comrade with one hand, the other's blades less then a millimeter from silting his throat.
Dax grinned as the Demonic being let go of the obese warrior "You were saying?"
Jak took a step back, with an amused look to his face.
Shaking himself off a bit mister viking took up a slightly defensive posture. While the regal looking one nodded a look of interest on his face. "We will take you there, but know that nothing in the desert is free, and you will act by our customs while in our walls." It was also a statement, and though he lacked the unnatural powers of the elf meeting his eyes he was no less commanding.
The dark one gave a smirk "We can work with that." He then walked over to the large blue vehicle, the one the regal one had being riding. "You know I never did get your names." He asked looking over at the precuren-armored man.
He gave a smirk "I am Damas, ruler of Spargus City." It was a risk telling him, all four of them knew it, but you didn't become ruler of anything by being timid.
Jak looked at him with at him with a raised eyebrow, and was about to speak, before he was interrupted by everyone favorite fuzzy. "Yah well I'm Daxter, savior of Haven City… and this guy is my side kick."
Jak rolled his eyes but smiled thinking 'Good old Daxter." Deciding to play off of Dax's position "Jak, resident monster." He bared a fanged grin channeling a small quantity of dark eco to his eyes, letting them cackle with energy.
The two wastelanders shared a look across the vehicles. "I have herd tails of a man-beast with in Haven's wall's, born of the twisted sciences of Baron Praxes, a creature that's power was great enough to slay the metal head leader in single combat. You clam to be him?"
Jak shrugged "I've seen my share of combat." he looked over the horizon, eco enhanced senses magnifying his sight to many times a normal elf's. Aside from the smoke, that trailed so high, even the 'normal' wastelanders had seen it, he saw a large set of steel gates, a large structure, and a rather intimidating gun turret placed up on a naturally formed spire. "That's Spargus City?"
Damas nodded. "When we arrive you will prove yourself though the trials of our most honored of traditions the arena!"
Dax darted in-between the two, "What? I thought you herd about us? Who do you think your dealing with?"
Jak nodded agreeing with his partner "I cut though those… 'Land sharks' like paper. You really think I can't hold my own?
Damas nodded "I thought as such, however, proof must be given, and I wish to see for myself if you are what my informants make you out to be." Little did he know, the rumors about his power were not accurate… they understated maters.
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Jak looked out at the coliseum; it was massive, the main chamber being a huge lava pit, stands with countless seasoned warriors stood, lodged into the cliff faces, while large steel pillars, anchored large fighting rings of various designs.
Impressive to say the least.
Jak turned to the 'mini' throne in witch sat Damas, and, as honorary guests of the mach, Kleiver, and the other elf, who he had learned to be a mute by the name of Scar, stood to either side. He raised an eyebrow at them as he heard Kleiver place a good-sized wager aganced him. He grinned, Kleiver was about to lose a lot of money.
Damas gestured to a weapon lying on the pedestal in front of him that he had identified as scattergun. "You will take this, and do battle! If you impress us then you may stay."
Jak picked up the gun, looked it over for a second, and then doped it back on the small table. "I don't need your weapon."
Damas raised and eyebrow but let an amused look cross his face, perhaps the rumors were true after all… "Very well. Lower the platform!" and with that, a large steal square with four box like structures on it lowered onto the lava pit, it didn't seem to heat up leading him to believe that it was some sort of heat resistant material. Not waiting for the lifts to reach him, he jumped down onto the platform, landing in a graceful crouch, dark eco surged though his veins, as a feral grin spread across his face.
The doors to the arena flung open the marauders inside jumping out; unaware of the doom that awaited them.
To be continued
All right, now I am evil! Prepare for one hell of a fight seen in the next chapter!
The next update should be up in about a week or two.
Once more I am in major need of a Beta reader.