Demon Girl, Demon World
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Lethal Siren
"What a stink, this place couldn't be more dead if it were six feet under," he muttered, kicking a trash can over onto its side. The clatter of the metal hitting the footpath echoed off everything getting louder and louder until it could be heard all over the city, the ring slowly faded out until it was nothing more than a whisper, leaving the night once again silent. "Huh?"
Something lay on the ground among the rubbish that had been poured out; it was a metal collar with metallic blue writing engraved into the silver. The engravings were strange and abnormal to the normal eye, the writing was demonic – but not just any kind of demonic scripture – written by a demon with demon blood, a very ancient stile that was thought to have not been practiced anymore; for only the really powerful demons could create such forbidden literature that's almost impossible to translate – it was never ever taken out of the demonic realm.
So what the hell was it doing here?
In the distance, a very fade cackle could be heard along with the sound of flesh being slashed and blood spattering across pavement. Without hesitation, he connected the collar to his belt then headed off in the direction of the fight, keeping his gun in reach he moved silently through the alleyways.
Then, out of nowhere, a girl in her late teens jumped from a six meter high wall into his path. Her eyes glowed a fearsome blue in the darkness with her short black hair sticking out in all directions in a deliberate messy stile, her tight fitting leather jacket only went halfway down her thighs leaving her long slender legs bare as she strutted towards the guy.
Before she could walk pass he stepped in her way, crossing his arms he gave her a wolf whistle. "Very nice"
"You're not so horrible looking yourself," she noted, checking out his collection of weapons. "There ain't nothing for you here, demon boy. I sagest you go back to where you came from or keep moving"
"I don't know, I'm kinda liking the view," he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close so that her body was pressed right up ageist his, her legs had made her seem taller than she was, in reality, the top of her head didn't even reach his shoulders and a slim frame made her seem incredibly fragile.
"I bet you are," she smiled amused and aroused by all the flirting, slowly she raised onto her toes so that her lips could reach the bottom of his ear. "But you ain't getting nothing tonight," and with that said, she slipped gracefully out of his grip then kept walking towards the entrance of the alley.
"Maybe another night," he suggested casually, heading the opposite way.
"We'll see, demon boy," she smirked, disappearing over the wall again in a single bound.
"Ha, it's almost like she can't help but say whatever she – huh, what the . . ?" As he immerged from the alley, he walked right into the middle of a war zone. Hundreds of dead demon bodies lay diced and sliced all over the ground; you couldn't take a step without slipping into their acidic blood. "Impressive," he commented on how incredibly silent she'd taken out so many in such a short time.
. . . . .
"You're such a sucker, Dante," Trish – his modified demon and hunting companion – laughed after he'd described his unusual night, he'd never gone on a hunting trip and killed nothing ever before. "She wasn't kidding when she said there was nothing for you, she'd taken them all out herself . . . and you thought she meant something else"
"Well yeah, what else was I meant to think?" he spat as he stood up frustrated. "She was giving out all the signals so I just assumed"
"This might come as a bit of a disappointment," she sighed heavily, "but not every hot girl you see digs you"
"Are you kidding?" he sat back into his seat and rested his boots up on the table casually. "There isn't a single girl on this world that wouldn't dig this face"
"You're an idiot," she sighed as she shoved his feet off the table making his chair tumble over, luckily he managed to catch himself before colliding with the wall behind him; the chair wasn't as lucky.
"Will you two cut it out," Lady – a human demon hunter companion – said, placing the silver collar on the table with a pair of examination tongs. "Who cares about the girl? What about this collar? Aren't you even the slightest bit interested in why only Dante could touch it?"
Dante had tried passing it to Trish when he'd returned to their hideout but the demonic magic had rejected her completely, sending her through a wall.
"It's pretty simple, isn't it?" he said, shoving a slice of pizza in his mouth. "Only demon blood can hold it," Trish made a grumble that sounded a lot like a death threat, "true demon blood," he corrected.
"And you know why only demons can touch it? Have you got any theory at all as to why it's in the human would?" she pushed.
"'cos they felt like going for a walk, leash and all," he shrugged, less interested in the collar and more interested in the pizza she'd moved out of his reach.
"It suppresses demonic energy," she practically yelled, "it's made for controlling demons, damn it"
"Well have you got some kind of idea how it got here, or do you plan on just yelling all day?" Trish asked, unable to care less but knew it was questions and praise that Lady was after; her research and knowledge was never really appreciated much even though all three of them knew quite well that they'd be completely lost without her.
"The academy," she said, proud of her conclusion. Trish and Dante gave each other sidelong glances. "Don't you two remember why we're here at all?"
"We're here to check up on an old friend of your father's," Trish reminded Dante.
Lady nodded once. "He runs an academy in the mountains not far from here, a hunter's academy"
"A demon running a demon hunters school, that's ironic," Dante stated. "So you're saying that he'd brought the collar here?"
"Yes, but the question is why? Why would he need a demon restraining collar? It makes no sense"
"Yeah," Trish muttered thoughtfully, "one of the reasons we're doing this is because these kids are good hunters, but they're also very lethal and incredibly restless. I've gotten many reports back from other hunters that they're a bunch of impossibly violent teens, they've been known to attack anyone randomly, we're checking up to make sure that the academy isn't up to anything with the students"
"Do I look like a babysitter to you?"
Trish slammed her hands down hard in front of him, leaning over the table. "It's your job, isn't it? The son of the Dark Knight Sparda isn't going to run away from a bunch of kids, is he?"
"Whose running away?" he snapped, falling for her challenge. "I'll deal with these punks till their dead, I just wasn't too sure if you girls were gonna dump-and-ditch on me again, that's all"
"Then it's settled," lady announced standing up, "we'll go there this afternoon when all the students should be in class, that gives us a clear shot at getting in and out as fast as possible"
"Why must you be in a rush?" Trish shrugged.
"I don't trust those kids," she looked away ashamed, "the faster we're in and out of that pace the better"
"Oh, come on," Dante said, finally finishing off the last of the pizza. "How bad could they possibly be?"
. . . . .
"DAMN IT, WHY ARE YOU ALL SO ANOYING?" she yelled at the top of her lungs while pulling at her hair.
Her mood had been crappy ever since late last night – after her pleasant encounter with Dante, she'd returned to the garbage can were she'd left her most precious possession in to find the can kicked over and the collar gone – her panic attack soon became rage and frustration, which kept building and building until class break where her noise sensitive ears couldn't handle the random chatting leading her to explode; punching and kicking everyone and everything in order to vent.
Teens with bleeding noses and broken bones either sat as far away from her as possible or unconscious, the courtyard floor and stone benches where covered in blood; curled up in a ball with the reminisce of several stone statues at her feet, she sat her back pressed right up ageist a small fountain – that lay in the centre of the court.
"That is how bad they can be, Dante," Lady stated. "That!"
The only problem with the court was that you had to walk through it in order to get to the academy doors, it was the only entrance walkway and stood thirty meters up from the ground; leaving Trish, Lady and Dante with only one option.
Approach the unstable teen.
"You can't possibly be scared of a kid," Dante chuckled, casually striding forward.
The girl flinched every time his boots clumped on the stone floor.
"Shut up," she muttered as her body stiffened. He stopped walking. "As amusing it is to see you again, demon boy. I pacifically remember telling you to go back to where you came from, instead you brought a couple of your girls along as backup," she tilted her head up, her eyes shone with a great demonic rage. "Therefore your presence at the moment irritates me"
"I can see you're much occupied at the moment," he smirked as he started up walking again, "so we'll just be getting out of your way as quick as possible-"
"You're on our turf now, demon boy," she'd jumped up onto her feet, at a ridiculously fast speed, and now held a careless Dante by the collar of his shirt, "any business you have here is our business too"
"We're looking for a demon named, Yukamuto. I believe he's head master of this little 'turf' you have going here, we'd like to see him about a collar-"
She slammed his head into the ground, creating a huge split in the rock. "You've seen my collar? Where? Do you know who took it? If so, pray you're not close to them, I'll kill 'em"
"Ahh," he said pointing to where the collar lay strapped to his hip. "So this piece of junk is yours?"
"Son of a bitch," she said punching him in the jaw, sending him skidding across the pavement. "You're the one who took it? Do you have any idea what you've done by taking it?"
"I can see you where very worried," he rubbed his jaw as he rose to his feet, there were no visible injuries done compared to the boy's near where he was standing.
"So give it back," her knuckles where white from frustration.
"Let us enter the academy safely and I might think about it," he crossed his arms, half expecting her replay to be somewhat calm and accepting.
"Well then," she sighed, a smirk of evil and vengeance crossing over her lips, "I guess we're doing this the hard way"
Dante got less then a second to respond to the girls sudden charge attack, he just managed to doge her but her following kick attack sent him staggering off balance for a split second before righting himself.
"You're very good," she complemented.
"I could say the same for you,' not even the advanced demon's he'd fought in his time had such reflexes to land such aureate blows to the important organs, he'd clearly underestimated her.
She dashed forward a second time, Dante tried to restrain the girl by her wrists but she was too fast and slipped right out of his grip, twisted around him then wrapped her legs around his waist – not very lady like, but it was a good enough distraction to let her loosen the strap on the collar. Although she was quick Dante's speed was quicker, he was still stunned by her unashamed jester of the legs that he decided the best thing would be to even out the playing field and stun her back, he did so by pressing her up ageist one of the courtyards columns.
It worked.
He was the first person ever to catch her off guard, the testosterone was blazing but neither of them had broken out into a sweat yet; little did the other know, they were going really easy on the each other – though the reasons behind why, where two very different matters. Their eyes locked with one another – her eyes were like blue fire blazing away, such eyes were too similar to the eyes of a demon that made him hesitant to not kill her then and there but something about her made him adore those eyes greatly – lust wrapped around the two of them like a suffocating layer of air.
Still not giving up the fight, the girl decided to use the sexual tension to her advantage by conducting a further distraction. Smiling seductively as she held onto his biceps and leaned forward, running her lips up his neck – he was too distracted to notice anything else but her lips – she slowly lifted her legs up so that her bare feet where lightly pressed on his hips, and just as he leaned in to kiss her she kicked him hard; sending him flying across the courtyard.
"Son of a bitch!" he said after snapping out of his distracted mode and concentrating on the girl that was currently trying to kill him. Swiftly pulling out his gun, he shot her twice in the stomach and once in the chest.
I look of pure shock crossed her face twisted slightly with pain, she brought her hands up to the wounds touching the warm blood with her fingers as it flowed out. She looked at her hand then looked at him, to everyone's complete and total horror, she didn't fall down dead instead an evil smirk crossed her lips and all shock disappeared from her face. "Okay," she sighed. "Now I'm really pissed off!"
Dante's eyes widened as she moved too fast to be seen and knocked him flat on his back, but before he could pull the trigger again, she pressed his wrists into the stone and bit hard into his shoulder; blood spilled out everywhere.
"BLUE!" a booming and fearful voice ordered. "GET OFF HIM NOW!"
"He stole mama," she muttered, biting harder into his neck. "He must pay with his blood"
"You sound just like a demon," a caped man stepped into view, he stood at about seven feet with a pair of golden eyes glaring at the girl. "What would your parents say if they heard you talking like that? You're father would be so disappointed"
With that said, the girl stood up and took a step back away from the bleeding man. Dante looked up, surprised by the girl. He could still see so much rage in the fire of her eyes desperate to break free, she stood with her head down looking at nothing in particular, and he could see from her body language that she was trying so hard to control herself.
"Demon boy . . . collar . . . now . . ." she trembled as she spoke, he couldn't understand what she wanted him to do but it had something to do with the collar. "Damn it . . . hurry up . . . would ya?"
"Give it here boy," the clocked man – who he now identified to be the demon Yukamuto – said, stretching out his clawed hand.
Dante did so without a second thought.
In a quick movement, Yukamuto had the collar around the girl's neck and was soothing her hair to calm her down. She did so at a fast rate that almost seemed impossible to believe, and when she opened her eyes, she looked pure human – except for the bullet holes and the blood dripping out of her mouth. He hadn't realised it before but her eyes weren't the only part of her that glowed blue, her skin, her lips, even her black hair glowed a slightly blue colour, until the collar caused that all to disappear – her skin turned white, her hair became ash-black and her lips and eyes turned grey – there was not a single colour left on her skin, it was as if she'd turned black-&-white.
"You feel any better? Any normal?" Yukamuto asked.
She gave him a tired look along with a sweet smile, "as normal as can be expected," she gave Dante a hand up onto his feet. "Sorry about that," she said healing all the cuts and blood up with a small touch of her fingers. "I tried to hold back"
"That's fine, I'm just glad you didn't kill me," he laughed. "Wish I could say the same for your friends though"
"Oh no," she cried, running up to a pair of humans – one unconscious – and healed them back to normal, "I am so sorry, guys"
"It's okay, Blue," a boy genetic demon, no older than blue, said casually; not showing the pain that came from his snapped leg. "We all know you can't help it when you get like that"
"But still," she sighed, healing six more people, including him. "I should have been more careful, I overreacted"
"That wasn't you're fault," he gave Dante a glare.
"Speaking of which," blue said turning to face Dante, who was ever-so-slightly stunned that everyone was taking this incident so light-heartedly, "what the hell were you doing with my collar?"
At this point everyone was glaring at him.
"I found it, recognised the demonic writing, and studied it for a bit then brought it here" he shrugged, not taking into consideration how important the collar actually was for the protection of everyone.
Even after getting his butt kicked by a girl his ego is still way too big, Blue thought.
"Hay!" lady said poking him in the ribs. "I'm the one who studied it, don't you go taking all of the credit Mr lie-around-and-do-nothing!"
"Wasn't I the one who found it?" he brushed her off.
"Yeah, you were," Blue said, giving him one last punch in the face. "Okay, I'm good," she turned and helped the rest of her classmates without giving him a second glance.
"You disserve that," Trish said, showing no emotion other than her usual bored expression.
"So," Yukamuto said in a welcoming tone. "What brings you three to my marvels Academy?"
"We need to talk with you," Lady said suddenly becoming incredibly serious.
Yukamuto looked between the three legendary young adults, and smiled.
"This way"
Lethal (capable of causing death)
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