My first evening with Missy proved uneventful, which was more than I could ask for given the track record I'd been keeping the last few days. She mostly just watched TV or could be heard strumming cords with my guitar to some of her favorite tunes she found playing on the jukebox. At least the kid had a decent taste in music. When we weren't listening to music on record, she was playing them herself. The kid had talent to boot.

"Smells like teen spirit" I nodded to her cords, she began to play the opening rift to the title without a single miss.

She looked up and smiled still strumming, "One of my favorite songs." She admitted, "Not going to lie but if I could have a love affair with his voice I would."

I chuckled, "Chocolate for the ears"

She nodded.

"Kurt Cobain is way before your time though," I mentally calculated, " You probably weren't even a twinkle in your Fathers eye when he died."

"That may be so," Missy agreed now tuning the cords on the guitar, "But his voice will echo through the ages for future generations to love and cherish."

I smiled. Deep down, this kid had passion. It was such a shame that she had to be subjected to the likes of demons. Truly sad I thought, and was painfully reminded of the way I came to choose my profession myself. As sick and twisted as her case may have been, her enemy at least left her and her loved ones alive to appreciate the days they had left with one another.

"So what are you exactly" Missy inquired after relinquishing the guitar to take up the drum set sitting off in the corner.

I approached the question carefully, not wanting to have her inclined that I was in anyway anything like the demons she came to be acquainted with. It was obvious that she wouldn't accept a simple 'human being' answer, given my encounter with the S&W, and lived, "I'm a little bit of both." I began, I set down the magazine that I'd been pretending to read for the duration of her presence, "A half breed, so to say."

She began to tap the cymbals quietly, taking in what I'd said and examining it closely to come up with the response, "So you're the result of a human and demon union..."

"That's right."

She ceased tapping the cymbals and stared off into space for what felt like hours, I knew what was going on... Trying to decipher if there was any chance that her own body may have been harbouring demonic offspring, the direct result of her many encounters with the incubus that had been haunting her family.

"So it's possible... isn't it.."

I carefully responded, "A small chance..."

I didn't want to get into too much detail about the Incubus with her... surly if she knew what it was, that she would be aware of their sole purpose; repopulate with an unsuspecting, defenceless host, repeatedly if possible to ensure procreation.

Her hand found her way to her abdomen in a way that made it look like something would burst out at any moment; I could see the fear in her eye as she imagined carrying a monster within herself.

"Dante..." She whispered, her voice shaking with dread.

"Relax." I reassured, trying to sound nonchalant, "You would know if you were pregnant... especially with a demon child."

We were both drawn out of our conversation by the sound of the front doors creaking open, in walked Lady bearing gifts it appeared, a square box with a tray on top holding 2 coffee cups.

"You eaten yet..?"She asked me not noticing Missy on drums.

"She has" I pointed towards Missy, I walked around the desk to quickly relieve Lady of the burden of carrying my supper so I could quickly devour it.

"Oh, she's still here?" She asked curiously looking towards the drum set, "I thought you were taking her home... "her voice dropped considerably. "Dante.."

I couldn't respond from the face full of Pizza, Missy was quick to reply on my behalf ,"I'm not ready to leave..." she muttered shyly.

Lady altered her typical tone with the sweetest voice I could have ever heard as she asked Missy cordially, "Why what's wrong sweetie?"

"Because I know that it's not over yet."She concluded, I stopped chewing to ensure that I heard her well, "There's no way of knowing that the Incubus have all been killed... I know for a fact that there was often times more than one present in one night."

Great... So there were more of them. I felt relieved to know that I hadn't brought Missy back home just yet, only to be subjected to the abuse again.

Than I could feel Lady's two toned eyes turn to ice as she was met with this explanation. Surely the thought of this young girl getting gang banged by demons set her off as badly as it did me when I was first briefed on the case many nights ago. But I remember only having disposed of one incubus, and if I knew Lady like I did, I knew she'd probably be the one to immediately ensure that none were left at Missy's residence. No Demon would ever come near her again if Lady had anything to say about it.

"Dante." Lady started, "How many did you kill that night"

"Just one" I answered, I removed the coffee cups out of the tray and passed one to Lady and continued , "There was just the one there when I went. Hell I even stuck around in case anymore showed up, but after the first... Nothing. Mission accomplished."

"Well clearly that wasn't the case," She scolded hard-heartedly, "Guess I'm going to have to finish your job for you Dante. If I weren't for me, She'd probably get hurt again!"

"Hey, I didn't know there was more than just the one, and I even took the proper precautions in case there were and nothing came up, chew me out if you want, but if you want to make yourself useful than feel free to take over this job. Be my guest, I'm sure you'll have a friend in Missy for life if you do."

"Missy?"

She responded with a sweet smile and raised her hand with a small wave, "That's me."

Lady smiled back, she walked over to Missy and looked deep into her eyes ensuring no harm would ever cross her path.

"I'll make sure that no demon ever hurts you again..."She declared. I could literally see the flame lit in her heart as it went out to Missy. Lady knew everything and anything there was to know about the incubus, and I could tell that it truly sickened her that they would target such a young girl, "You just stay here and Dante will keep an eye on things here, ok?"

Missy sparkled what looked like a sense of genuine trust for the first time since I'd taken the responsibility of being her Guardian. Something about Lady struck somewhat of a maternal bond with Missy, something that I'm sure her own mother hadn't been keen on in recent weeks, given the circumstances.

"I'll be sure to photograph the gruesome murder of these demons my dear Missy."Lady announced as she made her way out the door, she turned back to Missy and added , "To reassure your new found freedom come this night forth."

Lady took to ruffling the now carefree teen's already spiked hair as she bid farewell and took on her new mission: Operation Blood Bath.

The doors to Devil May Cry creaked loudly and echoed throughout the room as they shut tight, a sound to Missy that simply heralded closure to her horrors. She'd be able to return home safely come sunrise and begin the healing process without incident.

It would only be within the following hours that it became clear that the end was far from near.

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