I downloaded a demon?!

Church of Slevid

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

Warning: there is going to be mental to physical discussion between Joss and Dee, if someone complains I change it up. 

Recap: I groan aloud and bite into the sandwich. "You know how they talked about hunters right?" 

He turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, what of it?" 

"Who do you think they are?" 

He smirks at me. "Oh, you'll see them soon enough." He then disappears. 

"Thanks." I say, then bang my head on the table. "My life sucks." 

"Josslyn, get up." Grandma orders acidly. 

Dee growls in my head and I groan sleepily as I turn my head over to look at the light coming from the door. My stomach protested in pain, it's a terribly painful idea to sleep on your stomach when it was closing up an open wound, but I didn't care, I made it work to my comfort. Slowly I reached for my glasses and put them on. 

Grandma looked down(ish) at me, glaring the entire time. "Can't you let me sleep." It wasn't a question. 

She narrows her eyes. "You need to go to church, useless bastard." She grumbles at the end. 

I growl and throw myself out of bed, stumbling slightly as the slightly painful feeling in my stomach, I then marched over to grandma and glared at her. "Okay, two things wrong with that statement. One) I know who my father is you old bitch, and Two), You have no right to talk at all. I've been cleaning this house day and night since I was eight, while you always sat on your ass and let some cleaning woman or your own son clean the damn place. I've held down a job until you forced me out of it, you've never even had a job or bothered with lifting your finger to make money, you just spend your social security checks and grandpa's pension money. I've taken college level classes in highschool for the last three years, you got knocked up in highschool by a football player and dropped out." You'd be surprised at what records you find when taking care of the family paperwork, she lost the baby, the football player didn't marry her. "I'm going to graduate in five months, and I'm going to go to college." Hopefully. "So, do you wanna restate that question?" I ask snarkilly. She looks at me shocked and wide eyed. "Thought so." I remark with a evil smirk, then turn around and go to the bed. 

I was near my bed when she said. "Pastor Pelt is expecting you." I stop mid step and whirl around to glare at her. "I saw his wife at the beauty salon, she told me to say that both he and herself are wanting to meet you." 

I groan aloud, I did not like Pastor Aron Pelt, nor his wife Debbie, I wonder if anyone pointed out that Debbie Pelt got blown away in the Sookie Stackhouse books? They were both rich socialites that seemed to need to include every good thing they've done in a conversation. Aron smiled at everything no matter how horrendous or the subject that he was talking about, botox does wonders. He had the kind of attitude that either corralled people together, or sickened them with paranoia and dislike, I was in the latter column. Me and Kerry both have the same agreement when it came to Aron, Hitler was a good speaker too. Plus, then there was this whole vendetta against 'them gays' as he put it, I have to say, people hate most in other people what they see in themselves. He's preached and preached, and most likely practiced, about beating, burning, and punishing 'homosexual deviants'. Plus, I always got this creepy vibe from him, like he was always leering at me, or some other kid, his wife gave me the same feeling. 

Now, Debbie pelt gave me every vibe of paranoia, distrust, and general uneasiness that her husband gave me, except multiplied by 2 and a half. She looked like the typical June Clever housewife, but also like one of the desperate housewives as well. Face continuously plastered with a smile, hair that gleamed and never moved, and she seemed to split her face in half whenever she meet a unforeseen complication that didn't go with her plans. I am plenty sure that she's a fake bitch, I've heard a few of her conversations while at the supermarket, when she graces it with her presence, usually her butler, a butler for Christ sakes, is the one who shops. Anyway, she is like that one woman from the help, ugh, her names escapes me, but the evil bitch of the book. Oh, Hilly Holbrook, that's it. Man, I wish someone would send Debbie and Aron pelt a shit baked pie.