Disclaimer: Second verse, same as the first.
AN: Now let's continue my probably bad attempt at an honest story.
"So, want to read the letter now or later?"
It had been close to a week since they had gotten those three weird visitors and the letter was still unopened, a weird wax seal of a bunch of animals still unbroken on it, Dante had spent a few days out trying to hunt down any leads on them and had come up with nothing, no Demons knew anything about them and he couldn't track them down, couldn't catch their scent so to speak, for now at least. They had to have left a trail and he would find it eventually, just not now.
No one could hide from him long now, not after he had unlocked his full power against Mundus.
"How about later?" Kat sat down in his lap, a suggestive smile on her face as she shrugged her hoodie off her shoulders, showing she wore nothing else underneath it. "You can help me right now through, after seeing you tear apart those demons at the park..." Kat's body shook as she remembered how Dante had attacked the dozen of demons, ripping them apart with his twin pistols, Ebony and Ivory, and his sword, Rebellion. "I'm surprised I didn't jump you right there, all those people watching be damned!"
"Really now?" Dante looked up at Kat, his arms still comfortably at his side despite Kat all but laying out naked for him. It usually took less to get him out of his pants but he seemed to be making an exception today, something that annoyed her to no end.
"Come on Dante!" Kat almost seemed to whine as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning forward and putting her chest on full display to Dante's eyes. "You can't be serious!"
The Demon Hunter for once didn't just wrap his arms around her and give her what she wanted, instead he just gave her a wicked taunting grin as he leaned back in his seat, Kat quickly losing her smile as she looked at him before glancing towards the letter and, to Dante, she did something very un-Kat like. She pouted, even crossing her arms with a huff.
"I can't believe this...that letter isn't that important."
"Kat, just read the letter. Enough of this bullshit." Dante grinned at her, zipping up her hoodie for her even if she didn't stop pouting, very much unwilling to do anything close to opening the letter that actually made Dante like this.
He had never ignored her when she got like this. Never!
"This is so stupid." Kat spoke mainly to herself as she grabbed the letter, sliding off of Dante's lap and sparing a second to look pleadingly at a smirking Dante, Kat frowned when he mimed opening the letter now in her hands.
"I hate you sometimes."
"Love you too Kitty Kat."
"You're lucky you're a good fuck or else I would have ditched you."
"As if anyone can get enough of this. I'm out of this world baby."
Kat only rolled her eyes at Dante's boasting and his near cringe worthy line before in seconds she broke the seal-
"KAT!" He threw himself out of his seat, rushing to her as his hair turned pure white as time slowed. His Devil Trigger was activated on raw instinct.
-and vanished from Dante's sight, their home, and from Limbo City entirely.
Pain was the first thing she could distinctly feel, next to the urge to vomit that is.
To put it simply, everything hurt.
She had teleported before, she had crossed dimensions a couple times when it was necessary for her to access Limbo, but they never hurt as much as that letter forcefully bringing her away from Dante, the Nephilim panicking the moment she had even opened it. It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming when she got out of...whatever the hell she had been dragged through to get here. At best she could call it like her body was crushed, forced into too small a box and fired out like a cannonball. It was difficult to even begin to get a bearing of her surroundings but the pain from her arm had quickly made sure she could get at least focus, the pain bringing her disoriented mind back to focus.
When she had landed, she had landed badly, being unprepared for to teleport from Limbo City to wherever that stupid letter had taken her to. She should have listened to her instinct and burned it but she didn't, she thought it was fine since Dante didn't do anything to it. It should have been harmless, nothing dangerous, just a little annoying letter she would probably toss in the trash. It was NOT supposed to be some type of teleportation charm.
But she could deal with all of that later, right now she wanted to get off of the floor and find a place to draw a circle and get out of he-DAMMIT!
"Fuck, my arm." It wasn't broken, hopefully, but it was going to be a problem if she couldn't do something about it but for now it wasn't life threatening, only painful. Pain was nothing she wasn't familiar with at this point, working with the Order had put her on the bad side of a lot of people (mostly of the Demon kind) and they liked making it known. She just didn't have anyone to help her now, not even Dante.
He would come get here eventually but she knew teleportation when she saw it, she could be anywhere and he would need time to get to wherever the magic on the letter had brought her, time she hoped she had.
If this was the work of one of Mundus's followers...it was better to not think of what one of them could do to her before he would find her.
'Come on Kat, you've been through worse than this.' She had, it didn't make it hurt any less though. 'Come on and get up!'
Gritting her teeth to hold back most of a scream, Kat managed to both get herself up and use her hoodie as an improvised sling for her arm, it wouldn't do in the long run but would be fine for now...at least she hoped.
"Hello Ms. Potter."
"What the fuck!" Kat spun around, taking a look around for the first time since arriving and she found herself in some massive room and some old man with a long beard was coming towards her.
He was familiar from somewhere, an instant sense of familiarity was somehow there despite the Wiccan being sure she had never seen the man in front of her before in her entire life.
"Ah, I see they didn't explain to you everything then." The old man sighed, his gentle smile wavering for a second, a brief irritation settling in his eyes before it was gone, as he stopped still a bit away from Kat. He was clearly making sure not to get too close and almost immediately noticed her broken arm, shaking his head as he reached into one of the sleeves of the robe he wore and withdrew a stick of wood. "Before we talk, we must do something about your arm through. I know a few ch-"
Memories, hazy memories were coming back.
"You know what this child will cause!"
It was the voice of a man with the hiss of a snake that came to mind first, the memories coming back, the haze slowly leaving them if not by much.
"Harm her and I will end you."
The other voice, the voice of the old man, was there too but it was harder, more threatening than when she had just heard him speak.
"You foolish old man!"
The snake's voice was back, the memory was more clear than ever even if still only faintly so.
All she could see was a stick, dozens of blinding lights clashing and sparks flying from every impact, something...it was hard to describe but she knew enough about this old man.
"Ms. Potter, are you alight?" He was gentle, he was like the grandfather she never had because he wouldn't push her, wouldn't ask her to do something she wouldn't or didn't want to do, he was nothing but an old man and for whatever reason she had never been so afraid of something before.
Not even Mundus.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"
"Ms. Potter, please cam down." The old man seemed to understand her distress, putting away the stick and holding his hands out to her. "I am not going to hurt you, not now and not ever if I may help it!"
"STAY AWAY!" Kat quickly backpedaled, finding her back slamming against something and she just panicked, reaching down for one of her charms but it was gone and with it anyway for her to defend herself.
She would have ran but the doors were thrown open, the same red cloaked man from before throwing himself into the room, grabbing onto her, his stick in his hands and a green light that chilled her blood was close to bursting from it as he pointed it at the old man.
"James, please, put your wand away." The old man slowly spoke, not moving from where he still stood as the man's eyes reflected in his half-moon glasses, his hazel eyes nearly unhinged but strangely enough, Kat found them comforting. Suddenly, she wasn't in the cavernous hall anymore, she wasn't anything but a little girl with the man on a field with a broom underneath her.
"One. Two...THREE!"
"I'm doing it!"
"See! Just like I said!"
They came too quickly, Kat screaming as white flashed across her eyes as she nearly fell, the man grabbing hold of her before she could hurt herself any further. The last thing she saw before she surrendered herself to the growing darkness was a little girl crying over a woman on the ground with red hair, the man on his knees motionless opposite her.
"I'm sorry Lily..."
Mommy...why was mommy dead?
AN: And end.