Noki woke up in the middle of the night. She put a hand to her forehead, contemplating the dream she just had. She was unsure of what it could have meant. In her dreams she saw a man with blue hair. He was holding a sword she had never seen before. On his right hand was a strange gauntlet. It looked as if it were otherworldly, or perhaps magic. His eyes held a certain anger, and a bit of sorrow. He was reaching out to her. She thought about it some more, but could find no answers. After a while, she finally allowed her thoughts to be distracted by the sound of the radio that was still playing.
She went to it and turned it off. As she did, she felt something watching her. She knew better than to shrug it off, this being the city it was. She went to her closet and pulled out two pistols, One was a shiny silver, the other was gunmetal black. She then pointed them in the northeastern corner of her room and fired off a few rounds.
Immediately, a familiar clown appeared and tumbled out into the open. He then leaped up in a showboating fashion and yelled "Ta-daaaa!" in the most annoying voice Noki had ever heard.
She eyed him cautiously as well as in confusion. "Who are you?" she said, her grip on the pistols never loosening.
"They call me Jester!" The clown replied explosively. He then chuckled and made jazz hands.
Noki didn't know whether to laugh or be scared. 'Look at that scary ass smile…' She thought. She cleared her throat. "Okay, Jester… What are you doing in my apartment"
"Oh don't worry, devil girl!" He said. "I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're thinking"
"Wow, that's a relief." The sarcasm showed way more in her facial expression than in her voice.
"I just came to say a few things. Ask a few questions." Jester went on. "Dance a few dances!" Jester then went into a very vibrant enactment of the Charleston.
This almost caused Noki to lose her composure and laugh. But she battled past it. "Cut the crap, clown." She said.
"You do know who you are, don't you, devil girl?" Jester inquired, his beady eyes focusing on her. "Oh, but you must."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Noki asked.
"So you don't know?" Jester said, putting on a mock show of surprise, complete with the hand to chest and overdramatic sigh. "Why you, dear devil girl are a descendant of Sparda."
'Sparda?' Noki thought. She was familiar with the name, since she had studied demonology her entire life, but she knew nothing of her own past. She had been alone for as long as she could remember. No clues of her parentage. All she had were her weapons. "You say I'm a descendant of Sparda? But, how would you know that"
"You're holding the first clue." Jester said, pointing to Noki's pistols.
She looked at them. "My guns?" She queried.
"Yep. I remember a certain devil boy who used to wield those very same firearms!" Jester mused. He then smiled a most sinister smile. "If you want to learn more, you'd better mosey on over to the abandoned mansion on the hill"
"Abandoned mansion?" Noki replied.
Before she could ask more, Jester had dashed over to the balcony. "Well, I'd better be going now." He said. "Twenty three and skidoo!" He yelled, letting himself fall off of the balcony.
Noki rushed over to the balcony and peered over it. There was no sign of Jester. It was almost as if he had vanished into thin air. "Freaky little bastard…." She said to herself. She then went back inside and thought for a moment. 'The mansion on the hill…' She thought. She then remembered a certain chapter in one of her demonology tomes. It talked of a mansion which was sealed off several years ago due to paranormal activity which may or may not have caused the disappearance of the mansion's inhabitants. The mansion was located in Copra Haven. "That could be the place…" She told herself.
She was now determined to learn more about herself. She went into her room and began to change clothes. In place of the white T-shirt and jeans she was wearing before, she donned a black corset and leather pants, as well as a pair of high-heeled boots. She then reached into the closet and took out a familiar bastard sword and a red trench coat. As she put on the trench coat and bastard sword, she leapt off the balcony and landed perfectly. "All right, time to see if this clown is telling the truth…" She muttered to herself.