When Worlds Come Crashing Together {Devil May Cry Fanfic~} #2

Part 11

[Part 11]

Damon’s P.O.V

“You might want to answer me first before my girlfriend here uses her lightning. Trust me; it is going to hurt more than a little shock.” I threatened, looking down at the scared little demon from the blade of my katana.

Thank goodness for the fact that Devil May Cry and my world shared the same currency, and I had been fortunate enough to have been carrying a large amount of cash along, since it had gotten my family a home, and myself a decent katana I could call my own. Of course, it could never rival the power of Vergil’s Yamato, but I couldn’t be demanding too much from the price I paid.

“W-w-who are y-you? Y-you are not V-Vergil!” The little demon, dressed under the guise of an innocent child, stuttered unable to understand that I wasn’t.

“You can consider me his half brother. Just give me an answer, and I will let you off.”I gave him a pleasant smile, knowing that he could see the threat in it.

Finding this demon had been relatively easy, considering I had a solid lead of him from his friend back in Dante’s town. It led us to the Order, where demons and devils seemed to fill the street. After Nero’s departure from the place, it seemed like no one had taken the liberty to address the problem of demons running on the streets. Serves them right, actually.

“I don’t know anything about Trickster! Serious!” The demon begged, contradicting whatever he had been singing about just a moment ago. Someone had boasted of being the touchstone to reality for Trickster when the latter had just arrived on this plane, and now he was singing another tune?

Trish clicked the safety off her gun, shoving her weapon in his face. Lightning began crawling and flashing down her arm, till her gun was crackling with lightning. Years of missing such practice, it had been Trish’s utmost joy when she realized that she had her power back.

“I might reconsider my next words, if I were you.” Trish said pleasantly, which made the demon tremble more.

Sometimes, reverse psychology was the most powerful factor anyone could ever think to use for threatening. The nicer Trish sounded, the more horrible your pain would get, the worse your nightmare gets.

“I-I really d-don’t know a-anything!” He cried, trying to scramble back, but not before Trish blocked his exit route. There was the deafening sound of a single gunshot in the silence of the streets that was now empty due to the general fear of the public of walking out in the open now. I understood their fear of the demons hiding in the corner of the streets, but they could only pin the blame on their leaders. I could help, but I chose not to. Nero was their hero here, much as he could be unwanted. That needed to be seen.

Back then, the Order needed a hero, but wanted none. Now, they needed and wanted one, and none would come. Not even Dante or Vergil, for any price.

Demon-child whimpered and keened in the fear of getting shot again, watching the blackened area on the floor where Trish had shot.

“Last chance. I’m not going to miss a second time.” Trish sounded outright murderous, and even I felt myself tremble inside.

That was the length of the demon’s endurance.

The child appearance broke into hysterical tears, and the words spilled forth from his lips, answer the question with no problem this time –saving us from a whole load of mess.

“Okay, okay, I give! T-T-Trickster didn’t come to me! I just happened to be there when the portal opened! H-He began asking questions, so I thought it w-w-would be nice if I helped out a fellow demon! I-I-I didn’t know he was the Trickster until he left! He only said he was sent here to kill the spawns of Sparda, nothing more.”