Chapter 5

After half an hour, she reached her destination. She looked up to the neon letters of the agency. She smiled. It has given her so much good, it still does. She ran towards the front door and opened it. There she saw Trish sitting on Dante's desk. She looked a bit bored. Alastor chuckled, even if Trish was on the road. She still loved this blond headed she-devil. "Trish." Alastor said, getting the blondes attention. Trish looked up, she started smiling brightly and jumped from the desk and sprinted towards her little toy. "ALASTOR, Sweetie!" She chirped and embraced the redhead with a tight hug. One which Alastor cheerfully returned.

After a few minutes of tight hugging Trish let go and coughed a bit embarrassed. "This, was not too much?" She asked. "Nope, almost felt human. Next time, don't use all your strength to hug. If you do that to other humans, you would hug them dead." "Oh, dear. Are humans that fragile?" Trish asked, letting her head hung to one side. "Yes." Alastor responded. Then they went to the living part. They both let themselves fall on the couch. And they started to talk about what they had been up to the last year.

It really felt like ages and Alastor's mood improved a lot with the blondes presence. But how much Alastor loved to talk to her former guardian, she needed to get to business. "So, you had some information for me?" Alastor asked. "Ah, yes. I've got a little something for you." She stood up and beckoned me to come with her. I followed her to the basement. There sat a terrified man tight up to a chair. A large dagger hung across his throat. Alastor gasped. "This is… What's the meaning of this Trish?" She asked, quite alarmed by the way the man was tied up.

"This is my present to you, kitten." "A present to me?... Do I look like I want a tied up man?" "Maybe, if you're into that kind of stuff. Whatever you like kitten." Alastor's face flushed with this thought. "I'm not into that KIND OF THING. Now what were you thinking, kidnapping a complete stranger." "Aw, are you embarrassed? Don't you like to be the dominant type, you rather be the submissive one?" Trish purred while grabbing Alastor by the shoulders. "Wait, what?! NO!" Trish laughed. The man still looked very terrified. Alastor looked a bit taken back by the elder woman's actions. I knew Trish could be eccentric. But kidnapping a man and then asking me if I was in…. I can't even speak the name of ….. Argh…let's get over with it…. ;_;

After Trish calmed down she smiled innocently. "But no, I wouldn't let myself in with these kind of creeps. Look closer." Alastor looked better, still on guard for another tease of Trish. The man, wore…. Priest clothing. "What, you kidnapped a priest?!" Alastor yelled. "Oh, kitten, still so loud. Yes a priest." She said with a serious face. Alastor couldn't believe. "But why? Sure demon's hates priests, but why to the extent of kidnapping one?" "Oh, kitten. You still don't understand. This man is no man of God. This man is a preacher of lies and death." "Huh?" Alastor gave the man another glance, her head slightly hang towards the left. "He is a priest of the cult of Salvation." "You mean that new cult in the underworld?" "You're finally catching on. I've caught the little priest on my way home." "But how…" "Tsk, Tsk, don't be hasty. Listen to my story." Alastor let out a big sigh and nodded. "Sure, whatever." "Come, kitten. A bit more excitement. I've discovered a great deal." Alastor smiled weakly. "Sure, let's hear this little adventure of yours."

Trish nodded in approval. "Good, that's more like it. Like I said, I've sort of run into this nice young 'man' when I went on my way home." "Aha…" Alastor said, while rolling her eyes. It was very unlikely it was a coincidence, at least in Alastor's eyes. Trish chuckled while looking at her little sister. "Yes, well… Maybe not exactly. I knew you were investigating some strange murders. So I've been snooping around a bit." She stopped for a moment and smiled innocently at Alastor. Alastor raised her brows. "And I've found something amazing. Truly magnificent. I've found an old cult, almost as old as Sparda himself would be on this day."

Trish pointed to two chairs in the corner behind the bounded priest. Alastor followed her and took a seat. She kept her eyes on the elder she-devil. Trish smirked while staring at the man in front of her. Then she continued her story.

"I've heard from Dante that you were working on some murder cases. I called him yesterday and he told me of your visit." She now looked at Alastor and gave her a warm smile. "He told me that you were having difficulty and that your employer went hard on you. So I decided to snoop around with my…. Other… friends…." "The demons from the underworld." Alastor said with great disgust. "I don't understand why you wanted to get along with that trash…" Trish chuckled. "Even if they are trash. They come from the same place I once called home." Trish stared in the distance. "I sometimes long for that place. I know it's sounds strange but…It's a place where I can be truly myself." Trish sighed and focused her attention on her ward. "Sometimes I feel very out of place. In this world I mean. Humans don't understand the true nature of demons. I'm sure you know this. Maybe even experienced something like this?" She gave Alastor a curious look. Alastor didn't answer it. She knew what Trish meant. Trish took her silence as a yes and continued.

"To continue my story. I looked up some old friends from the demon world. And they could tell me some interesting facts. Since ten years, an old cult came back to this land. It seemed that they went into hiding for a few decades. The cult members named their group true salvation." "Huh, true salvation huh?" Alastor said with a sarcastic tone. She rolled her eyes. Trish smirked. "Yeah, that's what they believe in. Anyway, since ten years their 'disciples' have been rounding up followers. Fanatics who would do anything to please their leader. A so called savior." Alastor shook her head. "Great, another crazy group who think themselves godlike."

Trish told everything about her investigation. It seemed that Trish's friends know a great deal about the cult. It sounded like they took pleasure in what the cult have been cooking up and gave some advice in how to brainwash people to do their bidding. Truly amazing how far humans are willing to go, to obtain their desires. The priests, like the man in front of Alastor, have been rounding up followers who would lead them to the perfect sacrifices. Suddenly, Alastor felt no sympathy for the terrified priest. He pointed out families which exist out of four people which served as sacrifices. A father, mother and two children.

"Yes, I've been hanging around the place where the demons said, the priests usual hangs to mark new victims. And almost within an hour I found this little gentlemen." Trish stood up and made her way to an anxious man. "He was preaching about his masters and took great interest in families, which were present at that time. I tailed him and caught him off guard. He followed some of the families to their homes. And marked that place with…. Demon blood." "Demon blood? Why demon blood?" "Kitten, most sacrifices are done with blood. And the most powerful is that of the demons. Our sacred liquids can be used in powerful elixirs and are necessary in the summoning of demonic creatures." "So, they want to save some powerful demon?" "It's a possibility." "A possibility, you don't know for sure?" Alastor asked, a frown drawn over her face. Trish sighed. "Listen, it's not certain if the people are used to summon. He only marked the houses." "Ok, but to know for sure… We have to question him." She pointed on the man. The eyes of the priest started bulging and he started to struggle. Trish laughed out loud at his foolish attempts. There was no way he could get out, especially, with hunters like them.

"Maybe, but I assure you, he can tell you nothing. He is just a pawn in a bigger game." "So you're telling me that I won't have to question the suspect?" "Oh, you can do that. You can even torture him, if you like. But it won't do you any good. I've questioned him, threatened him. But its seems…. He doesn't know anything." Alastor sighed and looked at the door. "What would you propose then?" "Search for someone higher in the chain of command." Trish simply replied. Alastor snorted. "And how could I do that? I've got no further leads."

"Sure you do, kitten. Sure you do. What's seems off about this case." Alastor turned around and looked at Trish. She's right. Something rubbed Alastor the wrong way. Alastor stood quiet for a moment before she replied. "The police." Trish smirk grew and nodded. "The police."

"But how can I investigate. It's against the rules to come in contact with the law." "Every rulebook has got his loopholes. Maybe you could sent someone…. Someone, who will turn the police force inside out." Alastor gave Trish an inquiring look. "And… you know someone willing?" "Why, me of course!" Trish smiled brightly at her protégée.

Alastor just looked at her. "What, don't you think I can do it?" Trish spoke, a bit irritated. "Well, I guess…. I mean, it's normally not your style to go undercover." "That doesn't mean I can't do it." Trish said. "You love to dive in danger, guns blazing." "I love the thrill of life and death. That's why I must go." "You sure, I mean. I've actually been searching for Lady to do this for me." "But Lady is not here, kitten!I've been eager to do this case. Something so terrible…. It's delicious." Trish just showed another side of her. Something malicious, something dark and demonic…

Trish started giggling. She was filled with delight of a new and dark adventure.

Alastor looked at her for a moment. Then she herself felt drawn in, by the blondes eagerness. She knew the feeling. Standing for a task, so dark, it had also Alastor in its grasp. The sense of a hunt, going for the kill a true bloodbath. Alastor had many moments, where she too had stood there with delight of dark deeds. .And Alastor knew, that when a demon felt this way. It was going to do it, or the demon would go on a rampage.

Alastor now smirked. "Alright, you've got the job…. So, now what shall we do with him." Trish shock out of her trance and looked at the prisoner. She then smiled evilly. "You know, if there is no need for him. I know a place, where…. I can dispose of him." Alastor seemed to play with this thought but then shook her head. "No, I don't think that's a good idea. How thrilling it might be. No…. I think I'll take him to Kenzo…" "Your boss? That's… also a possibility." Trish sounded a little disappointed. "Yes, it's for the best. I mean… he's my boss and…. I'm investigating this case for him. It's the best course of action…. But…" "Yeeeessssss…" Trish asked. "It doesn't mean, he has to know everything. I will only tell him, what we have now. Our undercover work with the police, will stay hidden for now." Trish smirked. "Oh, it will."

Alastor nodded. "Well then, I'll be off. Be sure to escort our guest to the sanctuary. But only after sunset, round ten o clock. We don't want any suspects." "Sure, kitten. Sure." With this Alastor left the Devil May Cry.