I'm not dead. Sorry, things have been hecktic cause of finding a job and all. I also have to sadly announce that Rev is no longer my editor due to the fact he has no more time to help me out due to more important things in real life. The Bloodtail series couldn't have become what it was without his help so I like to say thank you Rev for all that you've done for me and hope you do good in whatever it is you do.

But where one editor leaves another must enter. As such I am now looking for a new editor to help me with Bloodtail. Please message me if you wish to have this job.

Now let's read on...


He didn't know what he did to deserve this. He was raised in a good Christian family, he never got in any serious trouble, and he even went to college for a good education.

So why in the seven hells did I get the short stick?, thought the man as he searched the dark tunnels of New York City's subway system. It had been hours since they had been forced to leave the campsite, to get away from those… monsters, and one of the group had the bright idea of sending out somebody to see if the coast was clear. Unfortunately for him, he got picked for the job. As such, with a flashlight in one hand and a laser pistol in the other, he had made his way out of their self-made safe zone, only to spend the last half hour in a subway tunnel that could pass for a derelict morgue from the smell alone.

He didn't understand why none of the security personnel could go, but he wasn't the one in charge to decide: that stupid mobian was… and that was only because the original head of the project had been killed in the first attack. He tried and failed to suppress the shiver traveling down his spine. Just thinking about it nearly made him piss in his pants. Those grey human-looking undead beasts crawling in from out of nowhere and slaughtering them all like a herd of Komodo dragons let loose in a chicken pen… He could still see the faces of his fellow friends and co-workers torn to pieces, their life essence flying from open blood vessels and slashing claws coated with it.

The worst, however, was that… thing. It came from the sky like a bat out of hell; he barely got a look at its monstrous figure, but it was scarier than anything he had ever seen in his life, both before and after coming down here.

Snapping out of these thoughts, the explorer noticed that there was light coming from above; the top of the tunnel was torn open. Looking up at the bottom of Neo York City above, he wondered if God was feeling merciful enough to let him live through this. Has to be a way for me to get up… He shined his light around the area, and sure enough, a ladder that went upward made him grin triumphantly. It was old and didn't look very stable, but he had to give it a shot, so, taking a deep breath, he began his climb, lifting his legs and hands up one by one as carefully as possible, stopping every time he heard the derelict structure creak in protest.

After minutes of physical effort that felt like hours, the man made it to the surface, quickly scrambling back onto his feet as soon as physically possible. The first thing he felt when he smelled was an ash-like substance that coated his airways and made him gag. Once the hem of his shirt was comfortably tucked in front of his nose to filter the offending soot, he looked around, only to recognize the area almost immediately from his old History classes. He was standing in the old Broadway, the most well-known entertainment street of the old United States back when there were fifty states and not the current thirty-six. He kept his guard up as he walked down the street, still some distance from a surface elevator, but it looked like nothing was dangerous in the area.

This assessment was quickly rectified, however, when he heard a familiar caw in the air, and this time, he did lose control of his bladder. Dropping the laser pistol and flashlight, the terrified human ran at full tilt down the street, with no clear destination in his mind; only the need to get away as fast as possible was in his mind. He knew that cry – it was hard to forget it after seeing the crier go to town on his crew. He could hear its wings flapping closer and closer to his position as he tried to keep his speed up.

A loose rock robbed him of his balance, and he fell face first into the pavement. Not bothering to get up, he closed his eyes and began the Lord's Prayer in his mind, before he was interrupted by a scream. His scream.

And the streets were silent once more.


(The Music of Welcome Home By Coheed and Cambria plays)

Dark Side of the World Presents…

A Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic…

crossed over with material from Devil May Cry….

as well as information of Demonology and Angelology….

...edited by REV6Pilot...

BLOODTAIL: THE FIRST DEVIL TRIGGER

Disclaimer: The author owns nothing that is not his….

(Music ends)


He'd had no encounters with the Weepers since leaving the church, and as such, Bloodtail couldn't help but find himself bored in the silence. He was grateful that he wasn't being chased by a mob of tortured souls, but the silence was slowly killing his soul… or at least, his enthusiasm about the mission.

Sparda's attempts to help him weren't helping either. Okay… I spy something that starts with the letter, "R".

Rubble.

Good one! How did you know?!

Because that's all that's around for miles after miles, thought Bloodtail, mentally rolling his eyes. He checked the next street again, but sensed no danger. However, he did smell faint traces of humans and mobians in the area. Guess that means I'm on the right track.

Sniffing the air one more time, the hunter picked up the scent trail and moved to follow it; eventually, he saw himself at a subway entrance. Drawing both his pistols, Bloodtail cautiously made his way down the stairs, careful to avoid any debris along the way. Although he loathed the idea to go someplace underground in a system where there could be weepers and god knows what else holed up, he had little choice in the matter if he wanted to complete his task.

It wasn't long before he made it to the bottom. Seeing no present danger, Bloodtail eased his stance and took a few minutes to carefully observe the old subway station. It was mostly ruins, but he could occasionally see the faded advertisements of shops with names like 'Subway' and 'Pizza Hut'. The neon lighting, sound systems and whatever other electrical appliances the mobian presumed were used to attract customers was unsalvageable even with current technology, that much even a layman like him could tell, but the boards and fliers still conveyed their messages, and as he looked to see whether anything – or anyone – of interest was still around, Bloodtail found the peripheries of his mind entertained by them.

"Looks like everything here is nothing but dust in the wind," he remarked to Sparda after three minutes of fruitless searching.

Wait… oh Jesus, kit!

Bloodtail snapped his head up and his eyes wide open. "What?! What is it?!" he asked out loud, alarmed.

Quick! Find a regular convenience store! I think I saw one a few shops down the station!

Bloodtail tilted his head. "Why would I –"

WE HAVE NO TIME FOR THIS! IT'S A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH! GO, NOW!

Wasting no time after registering the urge in his demon's voice, Bloodtail rushed out of the current store he was in and back to the convenience store. With both Ebony and Ivory already charged, he kicked the door down and hurried inside. "Alright, I'm in, what now?!"

Oh, blessed be Mother Mary! It's true! cried out Sparda in what sounded like tears of joy. It's fucking true! Twinkies do last for thousands of years!

"… what?" Turning his head towards one of the counters, Bloodtail saw something that didn't look like dust; and, to his surprise, was actually fresh-looking. The target of his, and Sparda's, attention was a couple of bags of pastry with the word 'Twinkies'written right next to a duck logo.

The devil hunter stared in disbelief until his internal fuse ran out. "You had me all worked up for some kind of stupid snack?!"

Not just any snack! Twinkies are like food from the heavens! It's like having sex with a robot unicorn that has tiger blood! Pure fucking win! screamed Sparda. Bloodtail's face met his palm with a loud 'smack'. You have to eat those! I haven't tasted sweet Hostess food in centuries!

"You've got to be kidding me!" cried an extremely exasperated Bloodtail, throwing his arms up in the air. "I'm trying to survive in the fricken' city of the damned and your major concern is to eat junk food?!"

A loud screech made the demon hunter freeze for a split second before he rolled away, just barely avoiding a hiding Weeper from tacking him. Instead, it crashed into the counter, knocking the Twinkies all over the floor, and to top it all off, slipping on them as it tried to get back up.

As Bloodtail filled the Weeper with bullets, mowing it down permanently, Sparda cried out in horror, reaching out with a demonic hand as the last of the Twinkies was destroyed. NOOOO! Not the Twinkies! Oh, why, cruel fate?! Why?!

"Oh, I'm good, by the way, thanks for asking," deadpanned Bloodtail. The half-devil got up and, remembering what happened last time he attacked a Weeper, focuses on his hearing – sure enough, the sound of at least a hundred feet above were making their way towards the entrance of the subway. Cursing, he ran out of the store, making a beeline for the tracks, jumping over the guard rail from five meters away. At the edge of the platform, he inspected both sides of the tracks, and after sniffing the air for the direction of the scent, which was strongest towards his right, he jumped down.

Let's hope I can lose them in the tunnels before they notice anything, he thought as he went as fast as he could down the tracks.


Underground, the only real direction to follow was the scent trail'. Feeling tired from all his traveling, Bloodtail sat down against the brick wall, resting his head against it. How much longer do I have?

About seven hours, I think, answered Sparda, who sounded deflated. I can't believe it. We had Twinkies right there, within arm's reach, and now they're lost forever.

Opting for trying to get a bit of quick shut eye, Bloodtail shut out the moaning drone of his soul's tenant. However, just as he was about to close his eyelids, he felt his tail brush against something solid in the dust, and, curious, he lifted it up. He gasped; it was a small holographic recorder.

Taking it in his hands, Bloodtail careful made sure it was still working, and found that there was a message notification. A small hole opened up, a light beaming out of the lens behind it, forming into the shape of a female, chimpmunk mobian. "Hi… I don't have time to say much because Professor Kahn wants to head back to the dig site. He's crazy, but he says we need to back for 'them', or whatever it is they found. I know he's my boss, but I can't help think that something is wrong with him. Hell, this entire dig is wrong." A tear dripped down the hologram's face. "Anyway, I'm recording this in case… in case you're watching, Jackie. I want you to know that I love you, and I always will. I know our parents weren't keen on the idea of a mobian and a human getting together, but I don't care. You're everything to me, and… I wanted to propose to you after all this was over. But, I guess that won't happen now...

"So please, if you're still alive and you get this, leave me behind. I'm not worth risking your life over. Be strong, my love. Farewell…"

As the light died, Bloodtail cursed. Great, they've gone back to the dig site, and I don't even know where the damn place is. Wish I left some kind of way of contacting with the other group back at the church; they could have given me directions.

With no other choice, Bloodtail got up and continued the follow the scent down the halls. As he traveled further down the tunnel, the scent got weaker and weaker, until it finally faded into nothing. Up a creek without a paddle, he thought in annoyance.

Before Bloodtail could ponder on his next move, however, his ears managed to catch the distant sound of hundreds of feet approaching at running speed, followed by familiar, unearthly screams. Cursing up a storm, the mobian hightailed it down the tunnel, which, to his frustration, was blocked off by a large pile of rubble. He tried smashing through it with charged punches, but there was too much behind the front to move the debris; all the action caused was to kick up a cloud of powdered concrete.

The Weepers were getting closer, hundreds in number, all pushing each other, filling up the tunnel like a swarm of roaches. Bloodtail gripped his pistols tighter. He wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Then, before he could fire the first shot, a wall of dark energy came to life between him and the mob of undead. Although surprised by this development, Bloodtail kept his guard up as he looked around for the one responsible. His answer soon came in the form of the samogloth from earlier, whom appeared out of thin air – or from what Bloodtail suspected to be an invisibility spell.

He aimed at the demon, who only raised a hand in defense and pointed with his staff to a nearby opening that lead down a smaller, man-sized tunnel. Quickly judging his choices, Bloodtail put his guns away and entered the tunnel, followed by the samogloth, but not before the demon sealed the door and pressed its staff onto it, summoning a glyph Bloodtail was unfamiliar with.

The sound of the Weepers could be heard banging on the door, but it didn't budge. Must be some kind of seal that's keeping them at bay, or a reinforcement rune, theorized Sparda.

The samogloth turned toward Bloodtail, who nodded. "Thanks. I guess if you hadn't been there, I would have-OW!" The fox demon hunter rubbed the area where the demon had suddenly hit him with its black crystal staff. "Son of a bitch, that hurt!"

"Oh, quit your belly aching. It's harmless for a guy like you."

Much to both Bloodtail and Sparda's surprise, the samogloth actually spoke in an understandable language. "Hey, I can understand you now," Bloodtail remarked. "But before, you were speaking... um… whatever that was."

One of the demon's face tentacles pointed to his staff. "Translation spell. Needs a direct concentration to the brain of the being I want to understand, therefore the bump."

Bloodtail raised an eyebrow. "Okay, then. Anyway, why did you save me?"

"Well, we're both demons, right?" explained the samogloth patiently. "Best thing we can do is help each other. On top of that, since one of us is already dead and the other two have teamed up and have been following you for the past two hours, I figured you might need a partner in getting the case. I know a bunch of spells, but even I am not arrogant enough to believe I can survive in the Undercity alone."

"Wait, hold that phone for a minute," said Bloodtail, tiling his head. "That bull shaman and the katana guy were following me?"

"Not directly. The shaman's been following you through your demonic energy signature and I spotted the other guy following him. Don't know what those two are up to, but I doubt it's any good for anyone but them and them alone. Let me just put an anti-tracking spell on you and we'll make sure they stop stalking you like some love stricken boy band fangirl." The demonic mage whispered some words and raised his staff, which shot out a beam of bright blue light upon Bloodtail. It was gone in an instant, leaving behind a demonic fox who didn't feel any different than he did before. "Well, now that that's done, what do you say we both find a way out of his labyrinth and find us some treasure?"

The demon didn't wait for an answer, trudging on without Bloodtail. Should I follow him? You said not to trust a samogloth, heasked in his mind.

Hmmm… pondered Sparda, scratching his chin. I did, but at the same time, samogloth don't usually save people. I'd follow him, but keep your guard up just in case.

Sighing, Bloodtail caught up with his rescuer and asked, "So do you have a name? I'm Bloodtail, in case you forgot."

"Well, there are some who call me…. Tim?" Bloodtail face palmed as the samogloth began to laugh, and even Sparda chuckled. "I'm kidding ya. You can't say my actual name; you don't have the three tongues to say it. You can call me Biwue."

"Do all demons have to keep using pop cultural references?" groaned Bloodtail out loud.

What can I say? It keeps us from getting bored, snickered Sparda.


From a distance in the surface, Domino and Ren continued to wait, perched on the rooftops. Domino, eyes glowing, maintained his meditative stance, until he was knocked back as if something had suddenly hit him, making the mobian scream in pain.

Ren was at his side, helping him up, in a heartbeat. "What happened?"

"Something is… something's blocking me," mumbled Domino, gripping his head. "A shield, out of nowhere. I cannot sense him anymore."

"Do you have any idea how he did this?" asked Ren, raising an eyebrow.

"I doubt it was him," answered Domino." He may be a half-demon, but I sense no magic in him except for the guns he uses. He wouldn't be able to perform advanced spell craft such as this. No, something – or someone – with greater magical prowess than I have is helping him."

Ren closed his eyes and cursed. "Did you at least have a sense of where he was going next?"

Domino nodded and pointed east. "That direction. I sensed another life form in the distance a short time ago, but then it silenced. Something dangerous is hunting in that area... Something far worse than what we have encountered thus far."

Ren closed his eyes and concentrated. While he was no coward, only fools rushed in without a plan. Perhaps we should go around the area first and see what we find beyond it.

Motioning his partner to follow him, Ren started jumping from roof to roof with a new goal in mind. Although this was a minor setback, he was not worried. Soon, he would gain the prize and come up on top.


Bloodtail and Biwue continued their travels in the underground subway, both keeping their guards up as the samogloth's staff lighted the way. The demon hunter had many questions he wanted answered, but didn't know how to present them. After all, Biwue did save his life, and he was obligated to show him some respect for it. But then again, he a demon who happens to know a lot of black magic…

"Alright, just ask the questions already," chuckled Biwue, much to Bloodtail's shock.

He started reaching for his holsters. "A-are you reading my mind?"

The samogloth laughed so hard he nearly toppled over. "Of course not! Even I can't do that. What do you think I am? An Illithid?" The demon fought to recompose himself, still snickering. "No, but you're not the first person to ask why a samogloth of all creatures is not trying to steal your soul to increase his powers."

"It wasn't exactly what I was thinking, but… why aren't you?" asked Bloodtail, now morbidly curious.

Biwue stopped and sighed, reaching into his robes and pulling out a locket that he presented to Bloodtail. The fox opened the piece of jewelry and saw a picture of a young human woman and what looked like a baby samogloth, no doubt Biwue. "That's my mum," the demon answered , "or at least my adopted one. She usde to work with OASIS when they found a bunch of cultists trying to summon the spawn of Samyaza. They were killed, but one creature managed to get through. Me, as an infant. Her orders were to kill me, but she couldn't kill a baby. She said she could raise me to be good... And well, I'd like to think she did."

Just like how I met Eve, in a way… whispered Sparda.

Bloodtail nodded to both demons. "So you travel around, being good?"

"I took care of my mother 'till she died, a hundred and sixty years ago. I know a demon can't go to heaven until Judgment Day, when he can prove his goodness, but I want to see her again. So I've decided to spend my life doing good things with my dark magic, maybe even show use full blooded demons aren't all evil." It was hard to tell visually, but Biwue's words carried a bittersweet smile, Bloodtail noticed.

"So why do you want to go to the tournament?" asked Bloodtail, gradualy finding himself more relaxed in Biwue's presence. Maybe I really am trusting him.

"Sorry, bud, that's a private reason. I won't ask for your reasons as long as you don't ask for mine."

Bloodtail nodded in respect.

"Good, now we just need a way to get up."

Bloodtail looked up and noticed that there was a hole in the street above them, a promise of escape. Believing he could make the jump, he grabbed Biwue, who gasped in surprise, before powerfully heaving himself off the ground. The surface was reached in one leap.

The son of Samyaza quickly got out of Bloodtail's grip, glaring his annoyance. "Sorry, I'll warn you next time," said Bloodtail as he looked around the new area. "... doesn't this place look familiar?"

You should recognize it well enough, answered Sparda. This is the old Broadway, where dreams were made to be born and die. Hundreds of shows, restaurants, and stores of great fame and glamour, not to mention the biggest New Year celebration spot in the continent... Hey, they still have the classic Coke billboard! Neat!

Bloodtail was about to say something when he saw Biwue hold his staff up with both hands, crossed across his chest in a threatening pose. "We're not alone."

Bloodtail was about to ask what he meant when, suddenly, he heard a screech and felt something smack him across the street, straight into a car's wheel.

He blacked out.