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[Act One, Chapter Four: Saving Private Siesta]

(A/N: That's the best I could come up with, please don't hurt me...)

In Headmaster Osmond's office, a skinny Nobleman wearing a ridiculous outfit stood in front of the elder wizard with a rolled-up treaty in his hand and a smug smirk on his face. "We appreciate the understanding and cooperation of the academy." Said the noble, conversing in an odiously condescending tone. Osmond could only roll his eyes and mentally groan, finding the Nobleman to be an annoyance. The name of the mage was Jules de Mott, better known under the name of Count Mott the Surge or Count Mott the Lecherous, depending on who spoke of him. Regarding the latter, Count Mott the Lecherous derived from the Nobleman harassing females of all kinds, and even going as far as to make them his mistress, whether they liked it or not. The man had a rather infamous reputation, and it speaks volumes when Guiche, of all people, hated his very existence, and that said something. "A pleasure as always, Headmaster Osmond. You take care now." Receiving what he desired, Count Mott walked over to the exit, but not before noticing Ms. Longueville standing by the door and smirking pervertedly. "You're looking exceptionally beautiful today, Lady Longueville. Would you care to have dinner with me sometime?" At that moment, the Count's eyes slowly moved down toward the secretary's ample chest, which caused her to quickly cover them with her cape. Mott chuckled at that and blew her kiss before taking his leave.

Once the Nobleman was out of sight and earshot, Longueville let out an audible 'bleh' of disgust before walking up to Osmond. "Honestly..." She sighed. "That wretched pervert really knows how to get under my skin. Who in their right mind would go out with a creep like him?" Osmond wondered the same thing, too, but there were better things to worry about. After a few short minutes of ranting, the beautiful secretary finally came to a stop and regained the calm and collected attitude she was best known for. "My apologies, Headmaster Osmond." Longueville bowed with Osmond waving her action off. "What impossibility did the royal palace force upon us today? If Count Mott the Lecherous came by, then it must be something very important." That was true. Count Mott was a messenger for the royal palace, and he often sent messages to Tristain Academy if there was something like an event that was worth their attention.

Osmond took a hit from his wooden pipe before blowing out a large puff of smoke. Longueville was bothered by his crass smoking habits, mainly because of the bad aroma, but she couldn't tell him to stop it (or she could, and just did not know it). Turning around, Osmond faced his window, where he observed all of the familiars belonging to the students of Tristain Academy, either playing around or sleeping peacefully. "Count Mott came to inform us about a mage thief currently running on the loose, doing whatever they please." Headmaster Osmond pinched the bridge of his nose and for a damn good reason. For years, the world of mages had dealt with thieves, but none were as bad as the one they were currently dealing with. "The thief's name is Fouquet the Sculptor, and they have been stealing expensive artifacts from aristocrats for months. Word has it that they have their eyes set on the Staff of Destruction, but what they don't know is that we have it and it's stored safely in our hidden vault; they'll only be wasting their time trying to seek it."

Oddly enough, Longueville didn't seem to care much that aristocrats were getting robbed, but one thing she would admit was that stealing from others was wrong. Placing that aside, she was interested in the Staff of Destruction. "The Staff of Destruction?" Questioned the green-haired woman with an eyebrow raised. "I'm afraid I've never heard of that before. In all honesty, such a thing shouldn't be in a place where children are present." Osmond agreed with his charming secretary, but Tristain Academy was one of the very few places where the Staff of Destruction would truly be safe at. It didn't help that he promised the royal palace that he would keep the staff safe from harm's way, and he was never one to go back on promises. "Regardless, I'm hoping that this Fouquet person won't be able to get their conniving fingers on this Staff of Destruction you speak of; who knows the kind of power they would unleash on the people of Tristain."

Outside of Tristain Academy laid Jessie, who was thoroughly washing her motorcycle, Speed Demon. The familiars were looking on in mild curiosity, most notably Sylphid, but the brunette didn't seem to mind in the slightest. It was not like they were bothering her and stopping her from doing what she needed to do, anyway. The Devil Hunter hadn't been able to tend to her beloved motorcycle, and it was in need of a real good scrub down. She figured that since she wasn't doing anything at the moment, she would go ahead and give it the washing it so rightfully deserved. Although Jessie was happy that she was finally able to clean Speed Demon, she had to admit that things would have been much better if she had a pressure washer with her. The only objects she had, at the moment, were a rag and a bucket of soapy water. They weren't that bad, but she personally felt like she could have been using something much better and effective. In the midst of wiping away some mud, Jessie couldn't help but grumble about how much dirt and filth there was. "Honestly, I need to take it down a notch..." She murmured under her breath, inwardly saying non-family-friendly curse words.

While Jessie was occupied dealing with her motorcycle, Vivianne was sitting by her side, peacefully playing with both a kitten and a puppy she had created with her power. The young girl had formed a close bond with Jessie ever since the latter rescued her and even went ahead to view the black-haired lady as a mother/older sister. While in the middle of playing with her pets, Vivianne noticed Count Mott out of the corner of her eye and darkly scowled at the Nobleman, but she merely ignored his presence and continued to do what she was doing before. She had yet to forget what the Nobles did to her as well as her family, and that was to be expected, but she knew that not every Noble in the world was responsible, so she would leave him alone. Though the youth wasn't aware of it as of yet, Jessie was slowly leading her on a path to peace, making sure she didn't tread on the road of vengeance and make a mistake that she might regret in the future. The female Demon Slayer had seen many people lose their way and become a shell of their former self, all for the sake of retribution, and didn't want the same thing to befall upon the young child.

Switching over to Count Mott, the lecherous Nobleman was observing Jessie, more so her pronoun womanly features, and he definitely liked what he was seeing. The perverted mage was about to walk over to Winters and say something that might possibly warrant him a slap to the face when a servant behind him accidentally tripped and spilled coffee on his clothing. Fortunately for Mott, the coffee was cold for some reason, but his clothes were still wet, and smelled, which he didn't want. In a fit of rage, the Nobleman slapped the apologetic servant, the slap loud enough to gain Jessie's attention, and he pulled the latter up close before unleashing a barrage of harsh insults. The servant could barely get a word in as Count Mott's booming voice was drowning out his own. Jessie, who was currently watching the whole thing go down, decided she had enough and figured she would see her way into the mix. Picking up the rag she was using, the Demon Slayer dipped it in water, then threw it at the back of Count Mott's head. "Alright! Who has the balls!?" He shouted, looking around.

Jessie walked up to Count Mott, her arms crossed and placed under her bosom. "That would be me, Mr. stranger." She responded. "Generally, I am a lady who usually distances herself from a conversation that does not require her presence, but when it's ridiculous as this one, she just has to step in and put in her two cents." The Devil Hunter pointed to Count Mott's clothes, which were soaking wet from coffee, and the former could tell that it was coffee by the strong scent it was emitting, as well as the brown stains. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that this gentleman here accidentally tripped and spilled coffee all over you, correct?" The servant man hesitantly nodded his head. "Right, and now you, a Noble most likely, are upset and instead of listening to what he has to say, you yell at him and hurl a barrage of insults that only a child could think of; did I get anything incorrect?" Jessie was right, but Count Mott didn't want to give her satisfaction. "I honestly fail to see what the fuss is all about; yes, getting coffee all over your clothes is bad, but it's just one big accident. Is shaking hands and accepting the gentleman's apology not good enough for you?"

Instead of responding, Count Mott growled and was bubbling with anger. The lecherous Nobleman couldn't believe what he had just heard with his very own ears. A woman, a lowly COMMONER woman, no less, had the NERVE, the GALL to disrespect him and call him out like he was some sort of worthless peasant, which he wasn't in any type of way imaginable. Did she know who he was? Clearly, the answer was no, because if she did, she wouldn't have been talking to him like that. He was Count Mott the Surge, one of the best, if not, THE best Noblemen in the world. There wasn't a single person who DIDN'T know who he was. "I don't know who you are, and frankly, I really don't give much of a damn." Jessie gave Mott the best 'screw you.' look she could possibly muster. "When interacting with your superiors, such as myself, you treat them with the utmost respect. Honestly, what are they teaching you commoner people in this day and age?"

Instead of voicing her opinions, Jessie simply rolled her green eyes and shook her head. She had the choice to argue with the highly egotistical mage standing before her, but she decided not the take that choice as most people would, because she preferred not to dig the hole deeper and start something that might end with her or Louise getting in trouble. "You know what? I'm not even going to give you the time of day." Count Mott was enraged to hear that sort of response. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you; to put it simply: treat other people with the concern and kindness you would like them to show to you." And like that, Mott's anger increased. A wretched commoner lecturing him like a child!? Preposterous, utterly, utterly preposterous! "Respect does not come naturally, it's earned not handed to you. Until you work hard and gain respect for your achievements, you will not be receiving anything from me." Having said her peace, Jessie went back to her motorcycle and continued what she had been doing before.

Count Mott was seething with pure rage, and his hands were balled up into fists. "You insolent, no-good commoner woman!" Roared the angry Nobleman, the familiars in the area jumping up in surprise. Once again, Jessie rolled her eyes and found the adult mage to be rather childish, prancing around like a spoiled brat when they didn't receive what they desired for Christmas or on their birthday. People like that annoyed her, and they needed to grow up before someone did it for them. "A peasant woman such as yourself should be on your knees, licking my shoes and apologizing for your discourteous words." Count Mott's words were hollow in Jessie's ears, and the black-haired woman continued to ignore him. "Hey! Did you even hear what I said, plebeian woman!?" Mott received no response and that made him even angrier. The Nobleman was about to dole out punishment when Siesta suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stopped him before he could do anything.

"Please, Mr. Count Mott, sir!" Pleaded and urged Siesta. "I understand that you are deeply upset and would very much like to punish my friend for her misdeeds, but please find it in your heart to forgive her!" Jessie grimaced at Siesta for placing herself in the mix when she didn't need to do so. Don't get her wrong; the former found it sweet for the young black-haired maid to stand up for her even when there wasn't a reason for it, but she didn't want the latter to get caught up in whatever that Count Mott guy was going to do next. Siesta didn't want Jessie to get in trouble with the higher-ups and possibly get sent to jail. The young maid knew of Jessie's strength and that the woman was capable of handling herself in battle if her duel with Guiche was anything to go by, but Count Mott was a completely different ball game, and Guiche's power paled in comparison to the power that Count Mott contained. If Jessie and Mott were to fight, who knew who would come out on top.

"Hmmm..." Count Mott actually gave it some thought, believe it or not. The Nobleman's eyes slowly traveled down to Siesta's broad bosom, which the young maid was somehow not aware of. In an instant, the mage's personality shifted from 'pompous jerkass' to 'suave Cassanova'. "I do suppose I could forgive your friend and overlook her crass transgressions upon me." There was a lot of emphasis between the words 'forgive' and 'transgressions'. Siesta sighed in relief, glad that she was able to put the situation to rest. Jessie, on the other hand, was annoyed by Count Mott's high-and-mighty attitude, and Vivianne could feel her anger even if the former wasn't showing it. "Changing the subject; my dear maid, why don't you quit this tasteless school and come work for me instead?" Siesta was most surprised to hear that. "A beautiful lady such as yourself shouldn't be at a backwater school like this. Work for me and I'll treat you like a queen; hell, I'll even go ahead and give you days off when you desire them."

Even though the notion of having days off whenever she desired sounded pretty intriguing, Siesta just had to decline Count Mott's offer. "I mustn't fib, Mr. Mott." She started, speaking honestly. "Your offer sounds quite nice, but I enjoy working here." Mott frowned in response and said frown had not gone unnoticed by Jessie, which she took note of. "You might not enjoy it here, but I certainly do. My coworkers are kind to me and treat me like family; it would be a shame for me to leave them after all we've been through together. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to decline." Jessie smiled inwardly, satisfied with Siesta's response. Sure, Tristain Academy wasn't the most fantastic place around, but it was a whole lot better than anything Count Mott had in store for Siesta if she did accept his proposal.

Count Mott gave Siesta no response as he turned around, his back facing her. Despite his face not displaying a happy emotion, he wasn't perturbed in the slightest because regardless of what answer the maid girl chose, she would be his whether she liked it or not. He always got what he wanted in the end and he sure as hell made sure of that. If anyone, Noble or Plebeian, sought to take his desires away from him, they would meet a gruesome fate worse than even death itself. "I will be taking my leave now..." Said the lecherous Nobleman. "Farewell, young maid girl, I hope to see you again in the future." Mott then turned to Jessie and scowled at her; Jessie scowled back at him, but he didn't seem to care as he viewed her as beneath him. "And as for you, wretched woman..." There was a sudden pause, increasing the tension. "...speak to me again like I'm nothing more than a pathetic commoner and there will be consequences, dire consequences." Having said that, Count Mott entered his carriage. "I do hope my words get through to that small, minuscule mind of yours, commoner woman."

Jessie, Siesta, and Vivianne all watched as Count Mott's carriage parted from Tristain Academy. Jessie retained her soul-piercing glare while Vivianne childishly stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry. "Honestly, I don't think I'll ever understand people like him even if I tried to." A small sigh erupted from Jessie's mouth as she got down on one knee and tenderly ruffled Vivianne's hair, earning a giggle in response from the young lady. "You're a sweetheart, Vivi." Winters booped Vivianne on the nose, giving the child a motherly smile. "My mother continuously told me to tread on the path of light, never let anyone or anything push you off, and mold you into something you are not, something that you might come to regret in the future. She told me this and now I am telling you this because I do not want you to grow up and become someone similar to that man you saw earlier, a clueless fool who thinks everything should be handed to him on a silver platter without putting in any type of work. Strive to be someone people can admire and look up to, strive to be someone amazing. Think you can do that, dear?" Vivianne nodded, taking Jessie's words to heart, and the Demon Hunter pulled her in for a warm hug. "That's my girl..."

Nighttime eventually reared its nonexistent head, and Jessie was currently on the rooftop of the academy, peacefully gazing upon the various stars in the wonderful night sky. Stargazing reminded the brunette of her sisters and how they often used to do that, among other fun things. A small sigh of sadness escaped from her lips as she missed the good old days, being a child and caring little about anything in the world except for fun and nothing else. On some occasions, Jessie wished that she could hit the restart button and relive her childhood all over again, but she couldn't since life was a female dog, and then some, she couldn't always have what she desired, unfortunately. Unexpectedly, her stomach rumbled and she cursed inwardly. "Shoot, I haven't eaten anything since this morning." Picking herself up, Jessie casually leaped off the roof of the building with no hesitation and landed on the ground as if it was nothing, and it really wasn't (in her eyes, at least). "Honestly, I should make a schedule one of these days; I cannot afford to overlook valuable things while I'm trying to find my way back home." Now that Jessie was on the subject of home, the Nephilim hybrid hadn't gained any new information as of yet, which wasn't very good. It was only a matter of time before her friends and family get worried by her lack of presence and it would only escalate from there.

Walking into Tristain Academy, Jessie journeyed to the kitchen, though she did take her sweet time because while she was hungry, she wasn't THAT hungry. Upon entering, the dark-skinned lady was greeted by various depressed faces, which caught her attention. The kitchen was noticeably dull and lifeless, something that was odd considering the fact that it was usually upbeat and cheerful. She was about to say something when Marteau noticed her presence and spoke up. "Ah, Ms. Jessie, nice to see you as always." Greeted the head chef before frowning and looking down. "Placing introductions aside, we have some unfortunate news we must inform you of." Now that seemed to gain Jessie's attention. Unfortunate news? That didn't sound very good and why would it? Whatever it was, it certainly affected the workers, otherwise, they wouldn't be so discouraged as they are now. "It's regarding our dearest Siesta..." Okay, now Jessie was really invested. "The poor child no longer works here and is instead working for a Noble, going by the name Count Mott."

Count Mott...that blasted, good-for-nothing son of a BITCH! Growling mentally, Jessie gripped her fists so hard to the point where blood slowly started to leak out from the palms of her hands, but the servants didn't see that because her hands were placed in her coat pockets the entire time. What they did see, however, was the displeased expression she bore, and she was making zero attempts to conceal it. Damn it all to hell and back! The brunette had a wild feeling in her gut that Count Mott would try something, but she failed to act on it! If she had done something when the opportunity presented itself, then Siesta would still be at Tristain Academy and everything would have been normal as it usually was! Feeling the need to right a wrong, Jessie turned around, her back facing the servants. "I will be back soon, I'm going to pay Mott a friendly little visit, nothing more, nothing less..." The servants were more than shocked to hear such a thing. "If Louise questions you about my whereabouts, tell her I went out for a quick walk." Jessie didn't like lying to the pinkette, but she preferred not to get her in trouble, especially with her teachers or anyone else, for that matter. Not exchanging another word, Jessie left the kitchen, leaving the servants stunned.

Inside Count Mott's esteemed mansion, the Nobleman was peacefully enjoying a cup of tea and scones within the comfort of his own office, while Siesta was standing by his side, wearing a maid costume completely different from the one she wore originally. The lecherous Nobleman was quite satisfied with his life at the moment because he had everything he could ask for and couldn't be anymore happier. Siesta, on the other hand, was absolutely miserable, and that was putting it lightly. The young maid girl didn't want to be with Count Mott and would rather be back at Tristain Academy with the people she considered family. Although Mott treated her right(-ish), he was quite the handsy and touched her in places that were considered inappropriate. "Ah..." Said Count Mott, happily placing his cup on a small plate. "This tea is quite delicious, I must say." The Nobleman was about to take another sip when an armored guard wielding a spear and shield came bursting through the door, taking the former by surprise. In anger, Mott snarled and pointed a stern finger at the guard. "You moronic fool! How many times do I need to remind you to knock before entering!?"

The cavalryman apologetically bowed in response. "I'm terribly sorry for my rudeness, my lord, please forgive me." Count Mott rolled his eyes. "I came to you because I wanted to inform you that we have a pressing problem on our hands and it requires your utmost attention." Jules raised an eyebrow in sheer confusion. A pressing problem? And what could it possibly be that required his attention? "At this time, we are currently dealing with an intruder who is trying to get into the mansion!" Mott was surprised to hear that, but it was only for a short moment before he regained his cool composure and scoffed in response. Pah! Only a foolish person would rashly attempt to trespass on the great Mott Estate, and they were in for a very rude awakening if they thought they could try to attack the magnificent Count Mott the Surge! "Fortunately, the intruder has not yet entered the house, but no one knows how long they will stay outside." I do believe we should do something before-" Randomly interrupting the patrolman was a strange rumbling sound coming from outside, cutting him mid-sentence. The trooper picked his ears to see if he was hearing things, but he wasn't. "What in the world is that noi-"

CRASH!

"What...in Brimir's name...was THAT!?!" Bellowed Count Mott. Now infuriated, the Nobleman angrily got up from his seat and immediately stormed out of his office without a moment's hesitation with Siesta trailing behind him. Frankly, the young brunette didn't give much of a damn about what was currently going on and was actually happy that Count Mott was getting his just desserts, but she needed an excuse to do something, anything, and would rather be a mere spectator than a worker, at the moment. It didn't take Mott very long to arrive at the entrance hall and come face-to-face with the source responsible for the sound. Obviously, it was Jessie, who was on Speed Demon with two broken doors and a few unconscious guards lying next to her, making it clear that she came unannounced. Jules was furious at the presence of the brunette, while Siesta was shocked at the sight of her. "Woman..." Count Mott seethed. "First, you embarrass me and attempt to tarnish my good name, and now you break into my mansion like some kind of low-class hooligan!? Oh, you sure know how to get under my skin!"

Jessie scoffed in response before getting off her motorcycle. "Yes, I have done all those things and I have a peculiar talent for upsetting people like you; but you know what?" You deserve it, you definitely deserve it." The black-haired woman pointed to Count Mott, who was boiling and trembling with rage. "Siesta explained to you in detail that she didn't want to take your job offer and yet you took her, regardless, which just goes to show how childish of a person you are." Several guards circled around Jessie, their weapons pointed at the Devil Hunter, but the latter didn't seem to view them as a problem. "I'm going to tell you this once and only one: release Siesta from this mess of a place and nobody has to get hurt. I would prefer to see our problem resolved peacefully without resorting to violence."

Rather than answer, Count Mott gave Jessie a look of irritation The mustached Nobleman was absolutely livid, his eyes burning with rage and teeth grinding against one another. Who in the hell did that woman think she was? Honestly, she had some nerve to just burst through his doors, his EXPENSIVE doors, like it was no big deal and start making demands as if she were the head honcho of everything. It was completely unacceptable, and the woman needed to be taught a lesson, a really good lesson that would act as a means to knock her off her high horse and lead her to show respect and courtesy to Nobles. Snapping his fingers, Count Mott commanded several more of his cavalrymen to come in, which they did in no time flat before circling around Jessie, the Devil Hunter still not displaying any signs of fear or regret. The guardsmen were given the order to attack, and attack is exactly what they did as they all let out an intense war cry before rushing forward with their weapons in hand. Bizarrely enough, Jessie's eyes were still glued to Count Mott, and instead of moving as any person would in her shoes, she stood in place. Siesta was genuinely scared for her good friend and questioned why she stood in place instead of attempting to fight back or do something. The black-haired youth's question was finally answered when Jessie unleashed a green aura that knocked back all of the guards; the men didn't even get the opportunity to touch the Devil Hunter, not that their punches would have inflicted some damage if they did connect, anyway.

The floor, walls, and ceiling cracked because of the distressing power emitted by Jessie. For a split second in time, the Demon Hunter's scleras shifted from white to black, then went right back to normal, though nobody, not even the woman herself, noticed the change. "I warned you..." Jessie's tone of voice was unnaturally calm and assuasive, but it was seeping with anger. "I gave you the opportunity to choose between peace and violence, and you ignorantly opted to choose meaningless violence instead..." Jessie began to slowly walk ahead, a small crack forming under her feet with every step she took. "If that's the way you would like to do things, then fine by me...just know that you asked for it, not the other way around." Various patrolmen stood in front of Jessie, refusing to allow the woman to get close to their superior, but the brunette glared at them. She took a single step forward and then WHOOSH! The former vanished for a split second, then reappeared behind the patrolmen in the blink of an eye. The troops were all taken aback by Jessie's unexpected action, and as they turned around, they collapsed unconscious on the floor. "Not a wise decision..."

Count Mott was sweating bullets; the once angry expression the Nobleman had on his face was substituted for an expression of sheer fear. The peasant woman, whom he believed to be nothing more than an ordinary commoner, proved to be far more capable than she seemed at first. Nonetheless, Mott was not about to back down and was determined to fight back and reverse the tide in his favor; his pride and reputation as a strong Nobleman, as well as his life, were on the line, and he couldn't afford to give up any of the three. Jules finally decided to take action, gripping his magical staff and raising it aloft for all to see. Two flower vases set on two tiny tables were knocked over, and the water contained in both of the vases levitated off the ground. When Count Mott pointed his magic staff at Jessie, the water he was controlling turned to ice and shattered into numerous pieces. Mott launched the ice shards towards Jessie, who replied by bringing out her Desert Eagles and blasting down the shards, the deafening sounds her weaponry made with each round fired making Count Mott and Siesta flinch and hide their ears.

There were no more shards for Jessie to fire down, so the brunette re-holstered her Desert Eagles. "Mott, this silly conflict is finished. It makes no difference to me who you are; Siesta is not yours to take." Count Mott didn't take Jessie's remarks lightly, as he raised his wand once again and summoned a serpent made entirely of water. Winters rolled her eyes as the fight with Guiche flashed through her head; now that she was thinking about Guiche, she'd have to thank him once she got back to Tristain Academy because he provided her instructions to Count Mott's castle. Mott yelled at the top of his lungs and flung his water serpent towards Jessie, who effortlessly evaded it, however, he suspected she'd do something similar and created several more water serpents before sending them forward. Jessie mentally sighed as she faced multiple water serpents designed to kill her; she did, however, acknowledge that they did look cool. Aside from the design, the water serpents weren't too difficult to manage; Jessie was fine as long as she avoided getting struck, which with her exceptional speed wouldn't be a problem. "Kill that harlot!" The water serpents swarmed around Jessie like sharks surrounding prey, but Jessie was far from prey. With Jessie in their sights, the water serpents charged towards her with incredible speed, but she sprang up high just in time, and the serpents collided, resulting in a large splash!

To say Count Mott was astonished would be an understatement; the mustached Nobleman had not expected Jessie to be able to withstand his strikes. The water mage's heart was racing, and he only had a couple of attacks in his arsenal, which he wasn't sure would work, but he had to attempt something, or it was game over. Count Mott launched another attack, this time directing his magical staff at Jessie, unleashing a lethal stream of water balls! Jessie clenched her teeth, but in frustration rather than fury, and executed several backflips to gain some space. Once the water balls were within striking distance, the brunette began punching and kicking them away at breakneck speed, leaving a trail of afterimages in her wake. Count Mott scowled and expanded the number of water bullets, but the outcome was the same: the black-haired Devil Hunter was simply too skilled. The moment for Jessie to strike presented itself, and she seized it without hesitation; the dark-skinned woman sprinted ahead and leaped out, but Count Mott used a spell to enclose her in a giant water bubble. Mott broke out laughing and proceeded to dance around the water cage like a child, taunting Jessie for being ensnared. The Nephilim hybrid grimaced as her adversary taunted her, but she wasn't going to stay in that jail long. She held her breath, a green glow enveloping her body, and the watery prison that imprisoned her began to bubble. The big bubble was now boiling, with streaks of steam erupting from it, and Count Mott took a few steps back; Siesta was far from the commotion, so she didn't have to worry about anything.

Jessie's water prison exploded right then and there, throwing Count Mott down and making him reel in pain due to how fierce and hot it was. With Jessie's ability to move freely restored, she grabbed an injured Mott by the shirt and lifted him up high as if he were a prize. "This battle is finished..." Without any hesitation, Jessie grabbed Count Mott's shirt and hurled him into a neighboring wall, where a spider-web-like fracture emerged as the Nobleman's body met it. Jessie shook her head, dismayed by the pitiful image of the mustached wizard crumpled to the ground and whimpered in anguish. "Tch, you cocky clowns are all the same: you speak a great game, but it just takes a few strikes to have you sobbing like a dog." Count Mott responded with an audible groan of pain and grief. "Goodbye, I hope to never see you again..." After saying her peace, Jessie walked over to Siesta, who hugged her warmly, and the former reciprocated the kind sentiment. Jessie could see Siesta needed a shoulder to cry on; it was unknown what Count Mott did or did not do, but the youthful maid wasn't having the time of her life and urgently wanted to be somewhere where she was appreciated for who she was, not what she had; she wanted to be home with her family who loved her...

As Jessie and Siesta left the mansion, leaving Mott to his groveling, a glowing portal formed out of nowhere, and a strange gentleman emerged through it. The visitor had a porcelain pale skin tone with whitish-blue hair fashioned in a long ponytail that extended down to his back with a large bang hanging over one of his oddly designed eyes (the irises were snow-white while the scleras were bluish-black). The porcelain-skinned man was dressed in a white sleeveless top that exposed his toned stomach, as well as white baggy pants with a black fabric wrapped around his waist area, light brown sandals on his feet, and detached sleeved around his arms. The pale-skinned gentleman smiled brightly as he hovered over to Count Mott, who was still on the ground. "Greetings, injured gentleman." Mott slowly turned around to face the strange-looking man, and was repulsed by what he saw; the latter didn't resemble that of a normal human being, and Jules would be accurate if he claimed the man wasn't human, or would he? "I sincerely regret interrupting...whatever you're doing right now, but I couldn't help but notice your unpleasant state." Count Mott glared at the stranger, but he let them continue. "Do you require assistance? Would you desire to exact your vengeance on those who put you in that position?"

Count Mott gave the pale-skinned man's interesting proposition some thought. On the one hand, the former could exact revenge upon the blasted commoner woman who had defeated him and demolished his Noble pride, but on the other hand, he had no idea who the hell the bizarre man standing before him was, and based on the latter's attire, he must've been a peasant; the thought of receiving assistance from anyone below him made Mott sick to his stomach. The mustached Nobleman was at a loss for what to do; he really desired vengeance, but he didn't want to strike a bargain with the devil that would cost him his life; what to do? What should he do? After some thought, Count Mott decided to accept the pale-skinned gentleman's offer, to which the latter responded with a smile. "Fine..." Said Mott, having a sneaking suspicion that he might come to regret his decision. "Just know that if something goes wrong, the blame is on your shoulders, are we clear?"

The white-haired gentleman lifted his hand and nodded to Count Mott, his smile widened as he spoke. "Everything is very clear, my friend." He said before continuing. "By the way, please address me as Justice." Mott gave the pale-skinned man, now known as Justice, a perplexed glance. Justice? What kind of illogical name was that? Were his parents superheroes or something similar? Regardless, it didn't matter because there was going to be vengeance served, and he was going to be the server. "Okay, Mr. Mott, let us get this ball rolling, shall we?" Count Mott was more than prepared; he was going to reclaim his broken dignity and prevent his name as one of the greatest wizards ever from being damaged; that commoner lady was going to receive everything she deserved, and he was going to make sure of it no matter what! Justice stretched out his hand, and out of nowhere, a black book with crimson demonic glyphs materialized. "Warning: you may or may not experience pain; if you do, it will feel like a pinch, nothing more, nothing less." Jules' heart skipped a beat after hearing it, but he kept his cool and let Justice continue. Justice, on the other hand, sensed Mott's dread and changed his pleasant smile into a cruel one. Justice's uncanny book unexpectedly levitated from his palm and began to whirl around, generating a brilliant red glow. "My, how interesting..." The book's rotational speed increased, and a beam of light hit Mott in the chest, forcing him to cough up blood. "So the experiment begins; go forth, my guinea pig."

Jessie and Siesta were aboard Speed Demon and about to depart Count Mott's home when they heard a roar followed by multiple feminine screams. The ladies directed their focus to the mansion's entrance, where they saw numerous female maids fleeing as quickly as they could for the sake of their lives. "What in the world is going on with them?" Questioned Jessie with an eyebrow raised. Her query was soon answered as something, or someone, broke through the roof and fell just a few feet away. The brunette's eyes widened as she realized who it was, and Siesta did as well. It was Count Mott, but he didn't look anything like he did previously, and that's putting it generously. For a better understanding, the left half of the Nobleman's body exhibited his actual skeleton, which was on fire, while the right side of his body was completely burnt, with no hair, clothing, or anything else. Jessie was the first person to speak. "Mott." Said the brunette, analyzing the Nobleman's new features. "Who or what changed you into...this?" Winters could tell Mott's latest change wasn't his doing; it had to have come from somewhere else, but who was it?

Jessie dismounted her motorcycle and pulled out her sword, the ground underneath her splitting as her body was enveloped in a green glow. Count Mott let out an inhuman howl before opening his mouth and hurling a jet of boiling hot lava towards Jessie. The woman's eyes widened, and she used Sotiras to shield herself from projectile; fortunately, her weapon was imbued with Nephilim energy, so it could withstand a tremendous amount of damage that would most surely destroy conventional swords. With the stream of hot lava unable to reach Jessie, Count Mott shrieked again and soared aloft, making six flaming spears and flinging them towards Jessie, where they landed a few inches away from where she stood. Jessie didn't think much of the spears at first, until they began to glow, and then they detonated, throwing Jessie back. Siesta shouted out to her and attempted to rush to Jessie's help, but the brunette stopped her in her tracks since she didn't want the maid to be wounded. Winters grumbled softly as she lifted herself up; the woman wasn't damaged, and if she had been, she would have healed due to her amazing healing abilities.

Count Mott was actually fighting and performing far better than he did when he was normal, as much as Jessie hated to acknowledge it. Nonetheless, the Devil Hunter had to put the monstrous Nobleman down like a dog, or else he'd do something catastrophic and potentially wreck havoc on the world. Despite her dislike for Mott, Jessie didn't want to murder him, but she had no option; it was either him or the people, and she chose the latter, even if it seemed selfish. As she clutched her sword, Jessie gave Mott a chilling frown. "I'm finally putting a stop to this much-needed conflict of ours." Count Mott lifted his arms and generated a fire-based phoenix, which he hurled towards Jessie, who was poised to split the bird in half until it flew higher, burst into smaller fire phoenixes, and they all came down in her direction. The Nephilm hybrid clinched her teeth in anger, leaping out of the way and avoiding a few birds that landed on the ground, but more were still flying in her path. As green energy and electricity began to emanate from Sotiras, Jessie swung her sword aggressively and unleashed many razor-sharp energy blades that slew the fire phoenixes.

Count Mott screamed angrily and spun around at high speed, transforming himself into a fire-based tornado. With another roar, he charged towards Jessie, grabbing her by the neck as soon as he came in contact with her. Jessie could feel the heat coming from Count Mott touching her face, so she clenched her teeth before drawing a small throwing knife from inside her coat and stabbing the charred bastard in the eye, the latter shrieking in anguish and misery as he let his opponent go and she ended up hitting the ground. Jessie had survived harder falls in the past and healed faster than any regular person. When the Demon Slayer spotted Mott flying toward her, she grabbed a golden statue of the mage and quickly pulled it off the ground while waiting for him to arrive. She waited quietly for the chance to raise its head, keeping her attention on her opponent and intently monitoring him in case he attempted something new. As Jessie saw an opening to assault, she seized it without hesitation and knocked Count Mott to the ground when he attempted to strike her.

As he dropped to the ground, Count Mott groaned in agony. Jessie approached the former and put her foot on his stomach while grabbing his arms. "I'm sorry..." The woman expressed regret. "While I don't lament beating down upon you earlier, I do regret having to kill you." Jessie gripped Mott's arms and pulled hard, disregarding the former's screams and shouts before ripping them off and discarding them to the went under her coat once more and pulled out one of her bowie knives before stabbing Count Mott in the head, the Nobleman howling to the skies until his screams faded down and he turned to ashes before being swept away by the wind. Jessie let out a long sigh and shook her head; tonight has been challenging for her, and she could benefit from some well-deserved rest. Siesta approached Jessie and asked if she was okay, to which she replied that she was. The Nephilim hybrid smiled warmly and caressed Siesta's head affectionately. "I do believe it's time we went back to the academy, our friends are waiting for your arrival." Siesta agreed with a smile and a nodded.

After an hour, Justice, now in a forest, sat on a stump and watched Jessie from a crystal orb while the woman ate a delicious meal with Siesta and the servants. Justice, on the other hand, was more focused on Jessie than on everyone else and smirked, displaying considerable curiosity. "Oh me, oh my; I must admit, that woman is quite the talented one. She clearly inherits that trait from her mother; 'like parent, like child' as her father would constantly remark." Justice let out a soft chuckle as he summoned his book from earlier and examined its contents. "Unfortunately, that Count Mott fellow failed in taking down Skyheart, but I wasn't expecting him to succeed in the first place, and I was merely using him to test what the book was capable of." Justice opened the book and skimmed through it. "There many things the book is capable of doing, transforming individuals into demons is one of those things. I shall make a mental note of that for the future." A bunny came into Justice's lap out of nowhere, and instead of shooing it away, he merely smiled and caressed the rabbit. "Aren't you a cute little one." Nature was one of Justice's favorite things because of the lovely landscape and forest animals that lived there. He despised it when people ignored its beauty and saw it as nothing more than raw elements for living. "You know, you can always say something, Truth; I'm not going to stop you from expressing your thoughts."

Justice turned to face a gentleman, who bowed apologetically in response. The gentleman bore a light blue skin complexion and had bright white hair arranged in a wild mohawk; his piercing eyes were a lovely wine-red color, and his ears were pointed and elf-like. The blue-skinned fellow was dressed in a light gray, short-sleeved jumpsuit with a black fabric wrapped around the waist, black gloves, and white boots that reached up to his calves. He, like Justice, did not resemble a human, implying that he was a demon or something else. "Please forgive my lack of attention, sir. I was merely thinking to myself, nothing special." Justice merely brushed it aside, seeing no reason to get stirred up about something so insignificant. Truth was the name of the blue-skinned gentleman who served as Justice's right-hand man and was loyal to the latter, doing anything he could to assist him. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking, are you sure the plan will go the way you think it will? Excuse my lack of faith, but the Skyhearts are known for surviving the impossible."

Justice chuckled. "Do remain calm, Truth; you worry much too much, and far too quickly." Said the mysterious being. "In my period of preparing, I conducted some detailed research, studying my father and those who came before him, seeing where they went wrong and what I could do to avoid the same thing occurring to me." Justice rose gently from the stump, the bunny rabbit still in his arms, and he turned to face Truth. "For the time being, we are only bystanders, secretly following her every move and seeing her experiences, and most importantly, her battles." Gently placing the rabbit on the ground, Justice snapped his fingers and a long scepter appeared in his hands. "Come along, we mustn't spend too much time here, otherwise, she might catch on to our presence." Pointing his staff ahead, he produced a doorway in the shape of a door. "Jessabella Symphony Winters, nee Skyheart. Our paths will cross one day...but only one of us will keep walking." Justice took one last look around the forest before entering the portal with Truth following suit. "The question and answer of who remains to be determined."

[END]

"Good morning/good evening/good afternoon/good etc, readers of the internet. The UnholyGem3034 reporting and as usual, I would like to thank you all for reading the fourth chapter of this story and I hope you all enjoyed it. Getting down to brass tacts, Justice, the big bad of the series as finally been introduced! His intentions are unclear at the moment, and I want to keep it that way, but I will state that his family and Jessie's family have an interesting history together, though Jessie isn't aware of it. In terms of personality, I'm putting Justice and Truth in the affably evil category, but they'll develop more traits as time goes on. As I mentioned in the last chapter, new stories and remastered stories are on the way, so keep an eye out for them. That being said, have a wonderful day/night, and I'll see you all next time. Make sure to review and share with your friends and family. Please, no flames. Let us keep things polite and peaceful; why start a battle for no reason?" -TheUnholyGem3034

[Extras, cause why not?]

(EX): If I had to choose, Justice would be voiced by Aaron Roberts, who voiced Dragon Ball Super's Hit in Xenoverse 2 and Kamui Woods from My Hero Academy. Truth would be voiced by Roger Craig Smith, who voiced Ezio from Assassin's Creed, Sonic from Sonic the Hedgehog, and Deidara from Naruto.