I downloaded a demon?!

When hell comes marching in.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Devil May Cry, just my OC’s.

Recap: I stopped at the names and stared, the letter in my hand trembling. Dee picked up the envelope and turned it over onto his open palm, and out slide a tiny, white finger bone. I stared at it and nearly threw up when I saw the distinct markings of teeth upon its tiny segments. “Josslyn, this bone… it holds the scent of your family on it.”

I ripped the letter in half at that. “The bastards.” I whispered.

I don’t remember going to sleep, but I DO remember that I had been listening to Grandpa’s recordings UNDER my bed. Well, more like I just remembered it now when I banged my forehead on the wooden support beam under it when Nero shouted to wake up.

“MOTHER FUCKER!” I curse aloud in pain as I feel a literal spike being pounded into my skull. My glasses were still on my face and I was laying on my back, rubbing my forehead. My hand brushed past my ear buds and popped them out of my ear, and then I noticed that the old tape player/recorder was next to my arm with two separate piles of tapes on either side of my head.

“What the hell ya doing down there?” Nero asks as he leans down far enough to peer under the bed. He had come home at like 8:00 last night, looking somewhat ethereal as well as pissed. At the moment, I could punch him in the face.

“I’m trying to calculate the spring tension in my bed.” I snap at him angrily and for the hell of it lashed out with my foot, he merely leaned back up and dodged it easily as I tried to wiggle my way out from under my bed.

“I know you’re a nerd, but even that’s too geeky for you.” Nero remarks with a scoff as he turns on his heel. “By the way, your grandmothers making breakfast.” He says with a bit of disgusted shock.

“REALLY?” I ask him happily with a large smile on my face. “Oh my god, I haven’t had Grandma’s eggs benedicts in years.” I exclaim happily as I take a whiff, hollandaise and eggs making, english muffins being toasted in the oven. Oh yeah. I stood up and bolted out the door past Nero and towards the kitchen, the smell getting better and better. “GRANDMA! You’re making eggs benedicts?” I ask as I round the couch and go through the kitchen entrance to find her hovering over the stove.

She turned around and actually smiled at me and nodded. “They may taste a little different since it’s been a few years, but I thought I’d give them a try, you know, as a way of saying goodbye to an old life.” She turned around and started to hum a little.

“Am I missing something here?” Nero asks, I whirl around and smile and nod. “What?”

“Family secret.” Grandma and I say together and laugh. Dee and I had told her a little more detail as to what’s happened to us over the last couple of days, as well as telling her about Jester and warning her about the Arkam persona, didn’t tell her the name, just the description. After her shower, she seemed a little more relaxed and accepting of everything, well, the bottle of Kentucky Dry seemed to help that along as well, but eh, you take what you can get.

I looked over at the table and nearly fell over my jaw on the floor. On the table was a wooden box like device that had a metal rod that stood out of the top about three feet tall and a loopy L shaped metal bar on the left hand side. “Holy crap, where the hell did you find this?” I ask her with renewed enthusiasm as I ran over to it and started running my hands over the wood.

“I buried it in my closet a little after the funeral,” Grandma said as she stirred the hollandaise. “and you know that your Grandfather bought that for you, so I think it’s time you got it back.”