I downloaded a demon?!

Oh happy day!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Devil May Cry or its characters, moves, weapons, just my OC’s.

Recap: She shook her head and went out of the room. I went back to packing the powder in a metal pipe and drilling the hole in the tube when I felt a chill go up my spine, and an all too familiar purr in my head.

“Hey kid, what the hell ya making?” I hear Dante say

“Indeed.” Says Vergil.

Crap, and would you shut the hell up!

I turn around to stare at my ‘teachers’, both seemed to be smirking slightly.

No use telling some bullshit lie. “I’m making some thermite for Kerry, Mrs. Gallager, well actually,” I look down at the title on the page. “It would be thermate.”

“No, I think its thermite.” Dante says. I pick up the booklet and show him the page; he takes it and looks at it. “What’s the difference?”

                “Sulfur and a few extra add-ins.” I tell him, taking the booklet back. “We have a chemistry demo for a group of first graders on Monday, and one of the demo’s happens to be the ignition of thermite, but Kerry wanted to add some pizzazz to the demo.” I shrug my shoulders and give them a ‘what can I do?’ expression. “I’m just doing what I’m told, or at least, what the book tells me to do.”

Vergil looks at one of the glass jugs on the counter. “Are you making Nitroglycerin?”

                “No, we have some in stock right there.” Actually, that’s what’s left over from Kerry’s little dynamite sells pitch. I was going to follow her method on how to make ‘stable’ dynamite.

Dante looks around the room. “So this is your natural habitat huh?” he jokes while picking up Kerry’s zippo lighter.

“Yeah, not all that surprising though.” I respond, and then twist on the cap to the pipe. “Vergil, could you please hand me the magnesium twine on that spool there.” I ask pointing to a green spool.

He picks it up and hands it to me. “How is it not that surprising?”

I unroll eight inches of twine and cut off a piece. “My mom’s side of the family, as well as my dad’s, were shiners.”

Dante looks at me with an eyebrow quirked and the corner of his mouth up. “Geez kid didn’t know you could be so proud by running around naked.”

I angrily stuff the twine into the drilled hole of the cap and glare at him. “Not STREAKERS, SHINERS. You know, the people who made illegal moon shine during the age of prohibition.” I pick up some tack putty and peel off a ball and start to push it around the edges of the fuse and the hole. “You have to have some basic knowledge of chemistry to do that after all or just a lot of hit and miss dumb luck.”

Dante shrugs and flips open the lighter and strikes the wheel, then closes the lid on it to cut the flame off. “You’re no fun.” He says with a slight smirk, and then walks out of the room. I hear him open the zippo and strike the wheel again. “You know, I think I may have slept with a Kerry at one point, maybe she’s your teacher.”

“I doubt that, highly.” I say as I stuff the bomb into the broken microwave that Kerry ruined three years ago trying to prove you can’t make diamonds from coal and peanut butter.

“I would not doubt my brother’s prowess when it comes to his past ‘accomplishments.” Vergil says as he passes the booklet to me, I open it to the next section, a ‘sticky bomb’? I close the booklet with a snap and put it into the microwave as well, the ingredients on that bomb were lengthy and dangerous, and only the word will know how she created it.