I downloaded a demon?!

Who the hell are you?

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.