Okay, since I didn't do this my last chapter, here it goes.

Disclaimer!: I DO (not) own Devil May Cry, just my OC's.

Recap: "Oh, how rude of me." The man exclaims dramatically, he then puts his free hand over his stomach and bows low enough to where his nose touches the ground, he then tilts his head back up quickly but keeps on bowing. "I am Jester, and this!" he says with a flourish of hand movements as he leans back. "Is my first jest!"

Then Zeus lets out a whine/wail of pain. And the shit hit the fan.

I only feel a giant wall of mass hit me as I turn to look at Zeus, and go flying into the doorframe of the laundry room that's opposite of my room. My spine made a snapping noise, but I didn't feel anything except a sharp stinging. My vision went black as the voice in my head started growling, I hear Jester laugh in real life, and Zeus growl. 'Get up!' And with that, my vision returns.

I look up to see Jester standing in the doorway with a giant smirk. "Oohhh! Does the little boy have a boo-boo?" he ask in a mockingly babyish voice. He then twirls his scepter around in his hand, "Want daddy to make it all better?" He ask this time in his normal voice, except with a disgusting leer that made me want to toss my cookies.

I push up, using the doorframe as a brace, and get to my feet right as Zeus came up next to Jester then stopped and stared at me. It wasn't the same dog that I knew, its coat was deeper in color, almost purplish near black, and he was bigger, much bigger. His canines stuck out from his upper and lower lip more that they had, a red lines appeared across his face and down his neck. It bisected his nose and seemed to separate his face in half. His tail that was once nearly two feet long was longer, and the purple/black color seemed to leap off of it in a flame as it wagged. His paws had bloated up twice the size, as did his nails, though they were actually pretty damn big in the first time.

I felt a tickle in the back of my throat, I coughed slightly into my left elbow and brought up my right arm with my knife still clutched in it. "You know, that first jest line wasn't all that original, Poe beat you to the punch a word and a century ago ."

Jester glared at me and put his hand on top of Zeus's head. "Don't talk to me like that child." He said in an entirely different voice, I blinked and then gaped in shock. Instead of Jester in his similarly named costume was a man about 6'2, he wore a formal suit, more like a catholic priest outfit. He was bald but had birth marks on his face. His eyes where two different colors, hetrochromatic is what it's called if I remember correctly. "Now then, I will tell you this only once, come with me and you will experience less pain than necessary, or refuse and make things complicated."

The tickle in the back of my throat came back around, this time much more intense. I coughed into my elbow again, this time harder and longer. I was weezing and dry heaving when I finally got whatever the hell it was out of my throat. I looked into my elbow and saw a disgusting white glob. "Eww." I say and try to shake it off, it clung to the fabric and started to move around on its own. "What the!" I shout, then my eyes bulge out of my head when the blob starts to do a venom suit crawl up my arm. If I wasn't in this kind of situation at the moment, I would have started quoting spider man, well at least some of the more witty lines from the third movie. 'Don't fight it.' the voice says calmly from inside my head, like hell. I start to put my knife to my arm and scrape the shit off, but a shattering pain erupts from it. 'NO! I will not be denied!'

Zeus growls and then a change starts to take his head. He bends downward and growls lowly and slowly, I look at him with the knife raised in the air over the moving glob. The line on his face separate with a wet ripping noise, I see blood webs pull apart as his head splits into two. His left eye moves another half foot before stopping, the right half stopping as well in the same manner. The half mouth on either side let out a low growl, then a black gooey substance bubbled out of his open throat and gushed outward. As it got closer and closer to the air, it seemed to stop in mid fall defying gravity as it instead went upwards and stopped again. More and more ooze flowed out his throat and repeated the same defiance of gravity and moved upward, then strangely sideways. The ooze started to quickly shape itself as it filled up the space that was slowly defining itself.

I had to stop watching for a quick second when I notice that the white moving glob had reached my shoulder. I raised up my knife again to scrape it off, only this time a massive roar stopped me. I looked back to see Zeus rear back and jump forward. "Shit!" I yelled as I dove to the right. I heard a loud crack and crash as I assume Zeus hit the door. I get up, avoiding putting my head anywhere near my shoulder, it had moved down as I had landed on that side of my body. I look back at the doorways to see the former Jester step out of my doorway and turn to face me, then I see the damage that Zeus had done. Only one half of the door was still on the hinge, the other was laying on top of the washer and dryer with a few splinters everywhere else.

Zeus turned around and stepped out of the room and showed me what the goo had done to him. He now had two heads, his original half on each head that seemed to be have been burned together terribly, the new half was uglier and black, and seemed to be nothing but a mass of snakes coiled up on top of each other. His new eye on each of the heads was a dark red, closer to amber as they glowed, he bared his teeth at me, showing that they were bigger and sharper, with a few more points added in between the others.

I was a creeped out slightly, but mostly I was purely angry, over the door. "Asshole! I'm the one that has to fix that damn door." I yell at Jester, then for the sake of not sounding like a pure asshole yell, "And what the hell have you done to us?!"

Jester smirks coldly, then changes back into his clown outfit. "Oh, nothing really at all, I just-" He brought his hand up to his face and covered one half, he then waved it and his other persona was back, "Infected you with something." I blinked in confusion and instantly the clown was back. "And as for fido here," he smacks Zeus on top of his right head. "The bone I gave him was the remains of an old demon, this stupid mutt is just the host off whats left of that demon."

The only thing I caught out of that was, "Demon?"

The priest persona came back, "It is understandable if your little mind can not understand what I am talking about." He then points at my shoulder, I turn my head and see the goop climbing, eeehhhh! "Allow me to explain." And then the clown is back. "You see, I was killed once upon a merry yellow brick road ago, by a very stupid pair of brothers, and an annoying little girl." He traces a finger down his cheek and cuts it at the same time, the cut weep blood but soon retract into his body and seals up the wound. "But," he says enthusiastically, waving his arms around, "I was brought back to life by the all powerful, all knowing Mundus!" he declares like a preacher on Sunday.

His other persona came back this time and stared at me somberly. "But the price for my resurrection was to find a host body, since his own was destroyed long ago and needs one to rise again." he then pets Zeus's head as he continues to stare at me. "I have searched for a long while to find appropriate host, and up until now, every single candidate has failed in bonding with its inner demon."

"Hold up! Inner demon?" I say in disbelief.

The clown persona came back, then quickly steps forward, rears back his scepter as if ready to strike. I step forward and attempt to stab him, only to have him kick me in the side, and send my flying. "NO INNTERUPTTING STORY TIME!" I see the passing images of the living room, grandma's big screen TV, the couches, the hardwood floors. I put my hand down on the floor and attempt to grab ahold of the wood, only managing to scrape my hand and tear out my fingernails in the process. I finally slam into the wall that divides the living room and kitchen/dining room and let out a gasp of pain, my glasses fly off my face and skitter away on the floor.

I wrap my left arm around my ribs in an attempt to stop the pain, or at least ease it. I quickly get to my knees and start to look for my glasses, I notice out of the side of my blurry vision that the glob was moving closer to my face. I move forward and bump my head against something solid. I look up, then further up, and find the other jester standing over me. He grabs my shirt and pulls me up to my feet, then places my glasses on my face, and suddenly pushes me back against the wall.

"But since you at least deserve some form of explanation as to what is happening to your body, I will forgive you," the clown came back and patted me on the head. "But just this once." He then steps back and lets me see Zeus as he walks up and stands next to Jester. "Where was I? oh yes, the inner demon." Then Jester is on top of the couch, or at least the back of it. "As most people know, every living being that thinks has a dark side, some just embrace it more than others, and some just bury under piles of shit that is the trivial matter of life." He then gets up and puts both of his hands to his chest. "Oh, Bella and Edward are so beautiful together!" he shouts in mock glee, "But what about Jacob, oh dear, I don't know who to choose that gets the stupid whore! Or such matters as, My car has been repossessed, my parents don't understand what its like being a teenager, my house is on fire, my husband is cheating on me with another man. My mom's dead, my dad raped me, someone just stabbed me. BOO FUCKING HOO!" he shouts, his hands going all over the place, along with his voice depth and pitch.

The other persona comes in this time. "But what these people who bury their darker urges underneath all this… human emotion, are the basic urges that all beings possess. And these base emotions can be tapped into, with the right kind of push in the proper direction." The clown persona came back. "But to put it to more easily understandable terms, those deep dark urges inside everyone," he points to my chest, and steps closer to where his nose is touching min. "The ones that you've suppressed every time you get the urge to yell, scream, kick, punch, bite, scratch," his hand trails down my stomach to where its right at my waist line, he leans over my shoulder and whispers into my ear, "Lust." I growl and slash outward with the knife, only to cut air. Jester laughs as he appears sitting down next to Zeus. "Those urges, those feelings that you hear quietly in the back of your mind shouting, do it do it, kill the bitch! They are on par with that of a demon's urges."

I snort in disbelief. "That's a tad bit philosophical."

The priest persona comes back after Jester stands up. "Believe what you will, but what I am saying is the truth." He then points at me again, "And the absolute truth of the matter is, if those urges are allowed to be freed from its cage that is your pitiful human emotions, and when mutated with the help of dark magic." He then spreads his arms out wide and smiles. "Then you have essentially created a half-demon, or more specifically since we humans do retain intelligence, half-devils."

"And this Mundus person, he's a devil, an upper class demon I take it?" I ask as I tighten my grip around my knife, I saw the goop inch a bit closer, but stop. I felt rage flowing through me, a deep and powerful flame that demanded blood, Jester's to be exact, but Zeus's would work just as well.

"The most powerful devil to have ever existed." Jester boast with a wide grin, a mad gleam in his eyes.

"Not so powerful if his bodies been destroyed." I snort.

Zeus growls and starts to move forward, but the clown persona sticks out his hand with the scepter to stop him. "Its best you watch your mouth boy." He warns. "So, what is your answer to my previous statement?"

"Hmm, let me think." I say and tap my left index finger to my chin. "Go fuck yourself, and while your at it, fuck this Mundus too!" I shout, then jump forward and slash at him, again hitting nothing as he quickly steps back.

"Bad choice boy." He says, then smirks as he snaps his fingers, causing Zeus to growl. "Now daddy is going to have to give you a spanking."

I step back as Zeus creeps forward and growls. "No thanks, I'm not into clowns." 'Attack' I hear the voice say. I see Zeus crouch downward, and I duck and roll backwards as he springs forward. He sails over me, his jaws snapping and his claws swiping, then hear a resulting crash as he slides across the kitchen floor and into the cabinets on the floor.

I roll over and quickly push myself up to my feet, then run over and kick Zeus in the ribs as he tries to turn to me. Zeus yelps and snaps his jaws at my leg, catching my pant leg. I growl in response and bend over, then sink the blade of my knife into the base of his right skull behind the ear. The right head utter a low moan and lets go of my pant leg as the left head howls in rage. I step back as he quickly turns around and snaps at me. I growl down at him and crouch low. 'Stab him again, again and again till its blood has covered your hands and body!' the voice commands. The heat of my anger flares up again, I growl low as I feel the flame build and build, I was so hungry, hungry for violence and blood.

We both spring forward and attack, his claw catching me in my left thigh as I dig the claw into its left red eye and twist. The left head roars, and the right head then sinks its teeth into my left thigh, causing me to scream in pain and anger. I lean further into Zeus, between the two heads taking my knife with me, ignoring the pain of my flesh tearing to shreds in Zeus's teeth. I let loose a primordial cry and stab into Zeus's back, then pull it out and stab it again. Zeus wails aloud in pain as I laugh along with the voice in my head.

'Kill it, KILL IT! Let me guide you, let my power flow through your body. HURT THOSE WHO HURT YOU! DO NOT BACK DOWN! DO NOT SURRENDER! DO NOT SUBMIT!' I didn't think about the meaning of the voice's words, only the power behind them, the sweet and lovely feeling that the power gave me then quickly skirted away, as if mocking me. I wanted it, I needed it, I had to have it, too feel whole, too feel the ecstasy that it would give me, and all I had to do was allow it in, to guide me.

And I did just that, I let go of the only thing that tied me to my stubborn will, I let go of the underling feeling of morality that screamed for me to stop, to try and reason with Jester, to keep Zeus alive and to keep my old self. I let that morality go, and I relished as the heat washed over me and cooled my body with its ecstasy, and I loved the sound of the voice as it screamed in triumph as my morality drifted further away, all the while screaming. I brought down the knife again and again, quicker each time, repeating the same process, allowing warm blood to spray across my face.

I felt a shiver rake my body, followed by a warm wave of shocks that traveled from my chest into my right arm, and down into my hand. As the shocks left my hand, I felt the metal of the knifes blade change, no longer was it loose in my hand nor did it feel like metal, instead it felt like well worn wood and filled my grip to where it rested comfortably in it. As I pull up the knife again to bring it down, I catch the sight of it through my haze of bloodlust, it was longer now, almost two feet long and it glittered silver and red. The edge of the blade curved inward slightly in a slight hill shape, it repeated itself once more. At the base of the blade was a guard that only extended out on one side and draped over my knuckles and stopped at my pink, leaving a good four inches of the now wooden handle left. The blood had filled in the word that had been etched into the guard, it said 'Luna'.

I laughed aloud, my voice going hoarse as my laughs turned into cries. I brought the blade down one more time, harder and deeper than before, and like that, Zeus went lax. The jaws of the head on my leg loosed and slid down, tearing my jeans as they went. I breathed in heavily as Zeus slid down to the floor and the blade dislodged itself slowly from his back. I looked down and saw a huge crater, massive chunks of flesh were missing from his back. I saw pockets of blood and his severed spin, three vertebrae were missing, and the ones on either end had slash marks and cuts.

I laughed again, my eyes wide any my body shivering and shaking. My vision darted from side to side, I felt something cold and painful creeping through my body, it was pain. And as the pain came up from my leg, my old self, the morality I had thrown away, came running back and barreled into me. As tears of pain came to my eyes, I looked upon what I had done, and wept in sorrow. What have I done? I killed Zeus, I killed my grandmothers dog, I killed him and I liked like, no I loved it. 'You did well.' The voice tells me softly, as if soothingly happy. 'You defended yourself, you fought and won.' "Bu…. But?" I hear someone clapping softly and slowly.

Turning my head, I see the priest persona walk into the kitchen, he was clapping and had a grim smirk on his face. "Impressive, for a child. I must say, I am rather impressed at how well you have accepted your inner demon, and you seem to have power as well. Mundus will be most pleased."

I looked down at Luna in my hand, it glistened as the blood slowly began to disappear, red mist floating away from it. "Wait, accepted?" I didn't know what he meant by that. Wait, where's the goo? I looked at my shoulder and saw nothing, I raised my arm and didn't see it. then I felt something ripple across my face, I reached my hand up to the rippling feeling, and instantly felt something sticky and warm. "What the hell is it doing?!" I yell.

Jester changes back into his clown persona, and the next thing I know, I'm looking down into his eyes as he slams me into the oven with his hand around my throat. My head hits the microwave and makes my vision spin. "That you rude little boy, is the infection that I gave you. It is what allows your inner demon to be alive, and the closer it gets to your mouth, the more you have accepted it." Jester than squeezes my throat, I gag and choke. "Soon you will fully accept your demon, and then I'll bring you back to Mundus." He declares giddily.

I try to raise up Luna, but Jester smacks my hand and sends it across the room and lands in the sink. He squeezes tighter, and my sight narrows and I feel lighter. 'I do not want to become a host, I may have only been free for a few hours, but I wish to enjoy it. Accept me into your body, and I will give you power, power enough to help keep both of us free.' Why should I hand over my humanity again, this time for good. 'You stupid child! You were not born a demon but a human, therefore you will never be a complete demon, so your pitiful human morality will always remain with you.' How can I trust you? 'Would you rather become a shell? If we are taken back to Mundus, then your soul will be trapped inside your body, but will be eternally tormented by Mundus, you will never be able to escape him, you will suffer beyond the pain of infinite deaths for all of eternity, and then beyond that.'

"Wha…what do I do?" I whispered with the last remaining breath I could muster. My vision goes entirely black and my hand starts to feel slack as Jester squeezes tighter. 'Allow me in, accept me fully, then FIGHT!' I accepted him, I let go and allowed myself to relax to the point where I passed out for a second, then I felt the wakening burn of power stir inside me.

I opened my eyes to see Jester's widen in shock, I feel the goo go into my mouth and cover my nose, I couldn't breathe but I didn't need to. My arm went behind me and I searched for the frying pan that we kept on top of it. My grandmother and I both agreed that two coal black iron skillets added to the look of the kitchen, it just went with the flow. My hand found the rough handle of the bigger skillet, the heavy 8 pound one. I smile darkly down at Jester, then smash the bottom of the skillet right on his big nose. I hear a beyond satisfying crunch and a hollow clang.

Jester howls in pain and lets me go, I fall onto my feet and quickly run to the sink as I suck in air. I felt good and bad as it stung going down. I grab Luna from the sink and quickly turn around and step towards the bastard.

"Mw mose!" he cries out. It was bent so far backwards that it was touching his forehead. He glared at me, then grabbed ahold of it and pulled it down. "That wasn't FUNNY!" he protested. And at that I lost it, I started laughing so hard. "STOP IT!"

I stop laughing and grin evilly at him, "No." I tell him, then toss the skillet at him. He dodges it and goes into his priest persona as I jump forward and thrust Luna towards his chest. He grabs ahold of my arm right as I sink the first two inch's of the blade into his chest.

"You are much stronger than I anticipated." He admits, then pushes me back. I keep my hold on Luna and glare at him, my smirk growing into a sneer. I step forward, ignoring the pain in my leg as the blood soaks my jeans. "I believe that that is enough for one day," he then changes to the clown persona and glares at me, "I'll be back for you, and your little demon too!" and then he pops and leaves confetti behind.

"THINK OF SOMETHING MORE ORIGINAL NEXT TIME!" I yell at the empty room, all except for me and Zeus's decaying body. I do a small laugh and go to my knees, a tear escaping my eye as the pain floods back and a huge feeling of tiredness washes over me. I try to get to my feet but fall over, "I need to clean, grandma will be back tomorrow, I need to…. I need-" I say, then fall forward on my face, my conscious fading. 'Sleep, you need to sleep.' is all I hear.

-Morning-

I gasp and my eyes fly open, I'm in bed, under the covers, safe and warm. I sit up and fling the covers away to look at my leg. They were both fine, in fact I was in my bed time clothes, boxers and a short sleeve shirt. My skin was fine, no scars or bruises, no tears or blood at all, it was fine. "Maybe it was all just a dream?" I say aloud, not bothering with the fact that it felt so real, and what I had said felt so wrong. I check my hands, and find that my nails were still intact.

I swing my legs out of bed and yawn and stretch. I go to my dresser and fetch today's socks and my shoes, no mud or blood on them. I look at my dresser containing my laptop and contemplate opening it, until I hear my Ipod go off. I had found a way to set an alarm on it, though you could barely hear it, it was still an alarm. "Crap, its 7 already." I say to no one grabbing my glasses off the desk, and then went to my closet and got out my jeans. I didn't have the time to change shirts, so I decided to wear the one I had on. I put on my socks, jeans and shoes in that order, grabbed my backpack and headed to the bathroom so I could at least freshen up.

I noticed that the laundry room door was intact, maybe it was a dream. I laid my backpack on the floor outside the door and without looking opened the middle door to the medicine cabinet/mirror, and grabbed my toothpaste and deodorant and toothbrush, then closed to door. I put the deodorant on first and then prepared the toothbrush, brought it up to my teeth, looked in the mirror, and gasped in shock.

Staring back at me wasn't my normal reflection. My hair was no longer black, instead it was mostly snow white, with a small streak of black up front that covered my right eye partially. My eyes were not my normal jade green either, instead they were the same amber color of last night, the dull twinkling of a flame behind them.

"It…. it wasn't a dream." I whisper in disbelief. My reflection then quickly shifts, my head went down in the mirror but I didn't in real life, it looked back at me with a devilish smile and its ambers eyes blazing.

"No, it wasn't a dream at all, it all happened, it was all real." My reflection, no, my inner demon tells me.

"But… I don't have any scars, the laundry room door is repaired, I-"

"Passed out after Jester left, I was the one that took over after that." He then frowns at me and shakes his head. "I figured I might as well help you out, since your annoying little human morality would probably bug the shit out of me if I didn't. I replaced the door with the one you took off all those years ago, I washed the blood out of everything, including your shirt, your pants I couldn't save though." He shrugs. "I cleaned up the blood in the kitchen and living room, there was surprisingly little damage done to the cabinets, or the skillet for that matter." He does the 'who knew' shrug.

I smirk at him, "Good cast iron." He then nods his head and goes ah. "Wait, but what about Luna, where is it? And where's Zeus's body?" I was a little more panicked about Zeus's body, I hope to god he didn't dig up the flower bed to bury it.

"The body disappeared, something you'll learn happens to all demons, well except us of course." He then shakes his head. "Actually, the dog left you something as a way of saying thanks for saving him, check your bag, you'll fine Luna in there as well."

I reached over and pulled in my bag, and unzipped the big pocket, and sure enough I found Luna in it, and a white metal chain necklace. I pulled it out and studied it in my hand. "How could Zeus leave me this?"

"Some demons who have, I guess your word is pride, more pride than others, wish to continue on their legacy after their death in the form of a weapon. When you killed Zeus, you also killed the remaining will of the demon that had possessed him as well, but the dog had some dying will, and wished to thank you with the chain. I believe its would be best described as a 'noble' gesture."

Wow, didn't know Zeus… cared about me, weird. "Okay then, what does it do?"

The demon sighed irritated. "The chain will allow you to retain your… normal human form, meaning your original hair and eye color, as well as suppressing our demonic presence as a whole for those who have not been familiarized with it."

"So any demon that Jester brings back can still track me then?"

The demon nodded his head. "Precisely. Also, the chain will serve as a way for you to store your weapons, believe me when I tell you that you'll be collecting them soon enough. For now, place Luna near the chain." I shrugged and grabbed Luna from out of my bag, and put it near the chain. Luna glowed, then it disappeared, on the chain was a small charm in its shape. "Quite useful indeed isn't it?" he asked rhetorically. I only nodded my head. "Now you can still wear the chain and use a weapon, but when you use the weapon, you allow some my power to release, and it will show on your body physically as well. There will be white streaks in your hair, and your eyes will change color."

I looked at the chain, then to the demon. "I can deal with it." I say, then put on the chain as it smirks. Luna rest in the middle of the chain, right below my chin, it felt good to wear it. Sure enough, the instant I closed the lock at the back, my hair color changed, as did my eyes. I looked normal.

"Now then, get on to school." My inner demon, now looking more like me than before, commanded.

I picked up my toothbrush and saluted, "Sir yes sir!"

-45 minutes later-

I sat at my desk in the back of the room, reading my book and contemplating what happened yesterday, um lets see, a lot. At the moment, I was in first period two minutes before the bell would ring. My first period class was U.S history, the only none AP history class available for seniors. I wasn't good with history unless it was related to science. I could get the dates and all the numbers down, just not the face or places. Anyway, the down side to this, was that almost everyone in my class was either a slacker, or your stereotypical idiot and asshole. Lucky me though, I was highly invisible, I mean it, if people were talking about me to someone else, right in front of me, they wouldn't even notice me if I was kissing a baboon.

I sigh and turn a page in my book, waiting for Mr. Kentan to get in. I liked the guy, he was a good teacher, and he provided some inside information, however useless it was, that made history fun to learn. If only it just stuck with me.

The bell rang, and in walked in a man that was not Mr. Kentan. I looked up at him in confusion, and somewhat shock. My inner demon does a growling/purring noise as the man scans the room with his blue eyes. He was tall, about six three, and he was built, wide in the way that meant it was natural with his muscles. He wore black jeans with a deep red silk button up shirt that wasn't tucked in, slightly wrinkled, and unbuttoned at the top to show off part of his chest. he had a sheepish grin that made me want to blush. But what shocked me was his hair, it was snow white, long enough that it was almost down to his shoulders. He walked to the table at the back of the room and turned around and leaned against it. "All right brats, shut up and sit the hell down."

I lean forward and tap on the guy in front of me. He turns around and looks at me weirdly. "Hey, where's Mr. Kentan, who is this guy? Do we have a sub?"

The guy now looks at me like I'm stupid. "Okay, A) Who the fuck are you? B) Who the hell is Mr. Kentan? And C) that's Mr. Sparda, but he prefers Dante."

I look at the guy in amazement, then look at Mr. Sparda, Dante, as he picks up the class roster and starts to read from it. "Who the hell are you?" Is all I whisper.

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