Dimensional Traveler
At the dimensional gate that stood by the ruins of the old city of Ur-Sagol, there were a couple of young neko children playing around with sticks as if they were fighting. They were actually pretty good for ones so young, but they were still pretending and they didn't expect for what happened next to happen.
One of the neko's, a girl with tawny furred ears and tail, lashed out with her stick and caught her friend's in a cross, their sticks in a dead tie. Behind her friend, a young sapling fell as if it had been cut by a sword; but there had been no sound of someone working at it or anything. They scattered out of the way at the last second and she stared in awe at what she had accomplished.
"How did you do that?" Her friend asked, equally as awed and a little afraid of what her friend had done. The other neko shrugged her shoulders and threw the stick down as if it were poisonous.
"Oh, it wasn't her." An amused voice said from atop the dimensional gate behind them.
They both looked up at where the voice had come from and they both felt their blood run cold as they backed away quickly. Before the woman could say another word, they ran off squealing in terror, going off to find the nearest adult neko to protect them.
She sighed and sat down on the gate, her legs dangling over the edge and her face lit up by a soft scowl.
"Man, why does that always happen when people in this realm see me! I mean, Dante never did that, but he was too busy drooling over me to do much else." She muttered darkly as she thought back to the last time she had seen the demon hunter. She shuddered and brought herself back to the present before dropping down to the ground and creating a small crater around her as she landed.
"Well, seeing as I'm here, I might as well see what I can scrounge up." She muttered as she shouldered the bag of stuff she had chanced upon during her travels and walked off into the dense undergrowth, oblivious to the various predators watching her.
Her birth name was Ovelia, but she hated the name and discarded it in favor of something a little less regal like Fortune. She was slightly taller than your average woman, about 5'11", with above average sized... um ‘assets' and shoulder length chocolate brown hair that waved in the breeze. She wore a black trench coat that lay open to reveal her blue tunic and jeans as well as the grip of a pistol that poked from behind her back. But looks can be very deceiving, especially in Felarya. She was a sort of mixed breed of a demon and an angel, though she didn't try to embrace either of her heritages unless it benefited her needs.
She came upon the Jewel River and was in a foul mood. She had forgotten what trekking through a big forest like this was like and she wished she had chosen to fly instead. She sat at the edge of the crystal clear waters and sighed angrily as she rummaged through her bag for a cookie she had been saving ever since she had left Endrevia. It was a triple chocolate chunk cookie dipped in white chocolate and no matter where you left it, it would always stay gooey and melt in your mouth.
"I've been looking forward to you all day, my tasty little friend." She cooed hungrily as she unwrapped it and held it up to the light of the sun with an awed and starved look. The cookie was in fact nearly the size of her torso and it was dripping with chocolaty goodness. She took a bite of it and sighed with delight as the chocolate melted in her mouth. She was sent into a blissful state of euphoria and she lost herself in the goodness that was the cookie. As she continued to eat it, a slight disturbance was made in the bushes behind her.
Someone else was intoxicated by the smell of the cookie, or rather the person holding it. As she continued contentedly nibbling on it, oblivious of the hungry yellow eyes watching her, she wiped her chocolaty fingers on the grass and rummaged in her bag for something. Her watcher deemed that the perfect time to strike and eat two things at once, so they launched out of the safety of the underbrush at her, eating her quickly and leaving her in their mouth to feel her struggle. The unfortunate naga felt something push against her teeth and looked down at her mouth before watching as she stepped through her plump lips to drop back down onto the ground, a glowing scythe that was about as tall as she was in her hand and a scowl on her face as she looked at her now empty left hand.
"Do you have any idea how much money I had to spend to get that cookie? I nearly had to sell an arm and leg just to get on the damned list! You better cough up my breakfast else I'll just cut it out of your stomach and trust me, you don't me to do that." She growled angrily as her mismatched wings sprouted out of her back and ripped through the fabric of her jacket as a pair of fangs sprouted past her lower lip. The naga was about to laugh when she felt the blunt edge of the scythe slam into her stomach and make her cough up the partly digested cookie. She caught it in her hand and carefully rewrapped it, muttering a restoration spell half-heartedly as she felt the pieces of the cookie she had already eaten desert her belly. She slipped it back into her bag and glared up at the naga towering over her before jumping up so that she was hovering at her eye level.
"What are you?" She asked, taking in the angelic white-feathered wing on her left shoulder and the demonic black and red wing on her right. She smirked and shouldered the scythe.
"I'm a misfit who likes to drink the blood of her enemies." She murmured as she gave the naga a swift kick to her temple that sent her sprawling backwards and slamming down to the ground in a cloud of dust and debris. "But you're lucky I'm in a good mood, or I'd eat you." She called as she dropped to the ground long enough to grab her bag and fly off to find a quiet place to eat her cookie, leaving a dazed and very confused naga behind.
She found a misty looking glade after flying for nearly an hour and decided it was a good enough place to eat as any and alighted on a tree branch before springing down to the ground with the nimbleness of a mountain goat and landing near a grave stone. She looked over at it and sighed.
"Just my luck that I have to land in a graveyard." She muttered before tossing her bag against the massive tree root next to her and sitting against it, her wings tucked away behind her back and her scythe lying on the ground infront of her. She couldn't help but feel an almost overwhelming sadness take over her as she sat next to the grave, but she shrugged it off and went back to her bag to find that it wasn't there. Instead, there was a sword very close to her eye with a very angry looking neko holding it.
"Who are you and why are you in Isaac's clearing?" She hissed, her eyes bright with rage and her tail flicking angrily behind her. She let her eyes dart to her scythe for half a second and watched as it was kicked away. "Answer the questions!"
She shrugged her shoulders and held her hands up in what she thought was a nonviolent gesture.
"Look, all I want is to find a place so I can eat my cookie-" She started when the neko growled darkly and took a quick swing at her head. She ducked under it and quickly threw herself at her scythe, which turned into an impressive looking spear as she poured more of her angelic powers into it.
"So you decided to come here and desecrate the resting place of my friend and mate to eat a COOKIE!" She roared in fury as she produced another blade from behind her back and quickly took a leaping step at her. Their blades locked with a loud clang and Fortune looked deep in the furious neko's eyes to find that what she had been saying was true; she did think of her dead friend as a mate. She took a step back and shifted her weight to send her sliding past her spear with a shower of sparks before giving her a harsh kick to the middle of her back.
"Look! I don't want a fight." She said a little irritatedly as she brandished the spear across her body and planted her feet to take on any attack that she threw at her. The neko got to her feet and chuckled darkly to herself before lashing out quickly with one of the swords, the weapon coming within an inch of her left eye as she blocked the attack.
"Then leave!" She growled angrily as she continued lashing out at her, the blades singing through the air lethally as Fortune continued trying to keep her at bay, but she knew she was quickly running out of room.
If only I could reach my bag. She thought with a grimace as the last attack left her hands ringing. The neko launched into another flurry of attacks and this time she had actually managed a few blows on her arms and one cut along her cheek. When she felt her blood trickle down her cheek, her eyes changed from their normal, soft hazelnut brown to a dark crimson. She caught the neko's sword in her hand and gripped it hard before spinning round to send her into the tree with a resounding crash, the branches above sending a cascade of leaves down onto them.
"IF YOU WANT TO DIE, THEN SO BE IT!" Fortune roared deeply as black markings showed up on her body and her clothes were burned off, leaving a single black cloak in their stead. She threw down her spear, which had turned into a wicked looking broad sword with bat wings as the cross guard and a blood channel that had been stained a permanent crimson from too much blood running down it. There was a ruby in the pommel that surrounded a sort of golden gemstone as well, but it didn't do much except to show how much power she was outputting and at the moment, it was showing that at the rate she was going, she could level a city as big as New York in a matter of hours.
Joyu had never felt so much power pouring from one individual in her entire life and it was making her scared. But she couldn't leave Isaac's grave unattended and she wouldn't leave a challenge unanswered. She picked herself up from of the tree and she blasted the stranger with every spell she knew, but they seemed to do nothing if not anger her even more.
"My turn..." She whispered next to her as she felt the flat of her palm touch her spine. A sharp jolt of pain rocked through her and it gained intensity with every passing second. Fortune kicked her in the back again, but this time followed up with a strong uppercut and then grabbed her leg to slam her into the ground multiple times before throwing her away from her to the edge of the river where the mist was at its thickest.
Fortune laughed darkly and kicked up her sword before shouldering it and walking calmly over to the struggling neko, taking her time with it, as she knew she would win anyway. She lowered her blade and let it drag against the ground lightly with a smirk growing on her lips as she gave Joyu a light kick in the stomach and leveled the blade against her throat.
"D-Do what you will, demon... I-I deserve to die anyway..." She muttered painfully as the memory of Isaac's face when she had seen him last came to her mind and she felt tears start coming down her cheeks. Fortune looked down at her with a sort of disdainful look and sighed as she calmed down and reverted to her normal self, clothes and all. She slipped her scythe into a dimensional pocket for later and sat down next to the crying neko, letting her more comforting and soothing side show as she wrapped her arms around her shoulder and drew her close.
"And why do you think deserve to die?" She asked quietly, rubbing down her hair gently and giving her ear a slight tweak every now and then, trying to help her calm down. She sniffed a few times and looked up at her to find that she was looking normal again, all except for the cut on her cheek.
"B-Because I-I was the one who k-killed Isaac in the f-first place!" She sobbed, the sound making her feel terrible for the neko.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I can already tell you didn't want to, but something kept you from stopping yourself, didn't it?" She asked, knowing she hit the nail on the head when she felt the neko stiffen in her arms.
"I wanted to stop, I really did... I just couldn't. His soul was like the forbidden fruit to me... I couldn't stop... And now he's gone and I have only myself to blame." She cried before burying her head into her jacket and staining it with her tears. Fortune held her gently and started rocking her back and forth, whispering soothing words to her and rubbing her back to help try and calm her down.
"But you have to accept the fact that you did and crying won't bring him back. Do you think he would like the fact that you were crying this much over his dead body?" She asked quietly before reaching out with her hand and creating another dimensional rift to grab her backpack from the other side of the clearing before pulling it through to her. She unzipped it and pulled out the cookie she had been looking forward to for the past eight days with a sigh.
"Look," She started as she carefully unwrapped it with her free hand. "I know what its like to have a loved one die on you. Hell, I was the one who had the displeasure of doing him in. I wouldn't budge from his grave for nearly a month, not even to eat or sleep. Eventually, I was forced to eat something by my friends when I was reduced to a near skeleton and they had to tie me up to keep me from digging him up and trying for the hundredth time to resurrect him.
"By then, I had become nothing more than a shadow of my former self and I couldn't even remember my own name much less anyone else's or how to do things for myself. I would stay cooped up in my room crying like you are now, screaming to the heavens why they hadn't taken me instead and why I had to be the one who had to kill him. I even tried to kill myself with that very sword I had used against you, but I couldn't do it. Even knowing that it would bring me back with the one I loved, I couldn't kill myself." She stopped for a second to split the cookie down the middle and handed half of it to Joyu before rewrapping it and slipping it back into her bag for later.
She looked from the cookie to Fortune and back again before taking a hesitant bite from it, the gooey chocolate silencing her sobs for the time being and occupying her with something else to do.
"You've done much better than I did when I was grieving. I bet you haven't even tried to kill yourself, but what I'm trying to say is that this will all pass. The sooner you own up to the fact that you did kill him and that there was nothing you could really do to stop his passing, the road to recovery is opened up to you." Fortune said in a slightly sage like manner, gagging at the sound of her own sappiness. Joyu nodded with a muffled sniff and continued nibbling on the cookie, relishing in the first real food she'd had in days, not counting the ones that she had been unconscious from lack of nourishment. "Do you think you'll be alright by yourself for a while?" She asked before hearing a slight rustling behind them and knew she would be in good hands for a while.
She stood up and dusted off her jacket and jeans before letting her wings spread again. She waved bye to her before she made to take off when Joyu grabbed her hand. "I don't know your name."
She looked back down at her with a crooked smile that made her eyes twinkle. "Its Fortune, Joyu." She replied; enjoying the surprised look she had gotten from the neko when she had said her name. With a sweep of her wings, she took to the air and flew off to the temple that she knew was nearby.
She alighted onto atop of the Aztec-esque temple and stared out over the part of the realm she was in, taking in the sights and the distant cries of various birds and such as a backdrop to what she had in mind. She pulled her backpack over to her and pulled out the half of cookie she still had, looking all around her to make sure there weren't any nagas or anyone to try and steal it from her. She unwrapped it and took a massive bite out of it, feeling the chocolate ooze down her throat and make her stomach all warm and fuzzy. Her eyelids fluttered in ecstasy and she took small, nibbling bites to make the cookie last as long as she possibly could before letting the wrapper burn in her hands to keep from littering. She sucked her fingers clean and brushed the crumbs off of her jacket before taking out a digital tape recorder from her backpack and hitting the record button with her thumb.
"Note to self: DEFINITELY raid the bakery where they sell those cookies for the recipe so I can make my own." She said with a longing giggle at the thought of being able to make as many of those cookies as she so chose. She put her tape recorder back into her backpack and let a leg dangle over the lip of the platform she was sitting on, wondering what there was to do.
Maybe I could pay Terror a visit, see if I can't scare up a good time out of her... Fortune thought as she let the very vivid memories of their last few nights together wash over her. Just thinking about the other demon made her feel wet, but she controlled her urges and sighed as she pulled the pistol she had ‘borrowed' from Dante from the holster on her lower back before spinning it on her finger, bored out of her mind.
"I could go to Naga and see if that nutty dragon Biomivtch is still around. He was pretty fun to hang around with the last time I was here." She thought aloud as she stopped the pistol with a sigh as another, more sinister and definitely more life threatening idea formed in her head. She drew her knees up to her chin and closed her eyes as she searched for the one she knew should've been nearby, but to no avail.
She opened her eyes and growled to herself as she grabbed her bag and dropped the nearly twenty feet to the first step without batting an eyelash. She straightened up and took her scythe from the dimensional pocket she had stored it in before spinning it a few times and shouldering it as she flew off in search of a higher point that she knew no one would go to so the portal she was about to make wouldn't be disturbed.
She ended choosing a natural shelf on one of the higher peaks of the Ascarlin mountain range and had to create a few illusions to keep from having unwanted people encroaching on her little ‘expedition'. When she was sure that she could do what she wanted in peace, she made a few complicated hand signs and called upon her demonic aura so that it completely engulfed her. She then rummaged through her bag to grab a couple of gauntlets that had runes engraved on them and were tipped with a set of wicked looking claws made from the toughest metals she could find that fit over her fingers through a set of loops on their undersides.
She slipped them over her bare arms after she had rolled up her cloak's sleeves and wiggled her fingers expectantly, the slight clinking of the claws on her fingers making her giddy with anticipation. She then planted her feet firmly on the ground and gripped the air infront of her with gritted teeth, as if she were trying to rip it apart. And in all actuality, that was what she was doing.
It was the only way she could get into Hell, seeing as she couldn't go through the gate that deceased souls went through without getting arrested and thrown in jail nearly immediately. Of course, this was the reason why she was going to Hell in the first place. It wasn't the whole ‘going to jail' part but rather the ‘processing' part. For in Hell, processing for men differed vastly from the processing of women, especially if the demons on duty were bored or exceedingly brutal.
She knew from personal experiences that there were a few demons that weren't above ‘misplacing' a few of the inbound souls, but they wouldn't mess with her unless she pissed them off first. And that was what she wanted to go down there for anyway. If she could just get some of her pent up lust out in the open and out of her system, she'd be able to go find Terror and let her have whatever was left.
At the thought of having another marathon with the demon, Fortune gave a low, deep growl and ripped open her own portal to Hell, the blast of heat that rushed out to meet her nearly kicking her off her feet. She shook her head to clear it and shouldered her bag before dawning the matching grieves to the gauntlets, making sure she could still do as much damage as before by slicing through a nearby boulder with her heel. Satisfied, she walked into the dark portal and looked back at the bright sun of Felarya for a brief second before the portal shut behind her with a bang, cutting her off from the world and leaving her in a dank back alley behind a dumpster.
Contrary to popular belief, Hell wasn't just one big furnace where you were tortured for all eternity. It is actually a well thought out and planned community, much like the surface is, though to be honest, there are many different circles of Hell and this one just so happened to be one of the more ‘gentle' ones. There are schools, businesses and all sorts of other stuff, but the only difference is that you don't pay for taxes and your life was the currency with which you bought stuff. Depending on how badly you lived, you were put in different classes, but that would take to long to list, so they just put them in two sub categories: Demons, which encompass imps and all of the denizens of hell that already lived there, and mortals, the souls of those unlucky many who managed to get there.
Fortune sighed dejectedly and walked out of the alleyway to be engulfed by the throngs of souls walking along the sidewalk, all none to oblivious to her appearance as they made a sort of bubble around her to avoid being burned by the demonic aura coming off of her. She made her way into the street and looked up to the blood red sky, knowing that she would have to make some sort of disruption to get arrested.
"This is going to be a lot fun..." She trailed as she clenched her hand into a fist and continued on her way to a nearby bar, her smile growing to a cruel smirk. She kicked the door open and stood framed by the light that filtered from outside as she took in the place.
The bar was your standard affair; booths in the back for anyone who wanted to eat and drink with while a couple of pool tables were off to the side, some tables in the middle and a bar with a wide range of liquor and alcohol to choose from. There was a sort of smoky haze in the place that probably came from all of the smokers passing through and the few naked light bulbs hanging off the ceiling gave the whole place an orangeish tinge to it. There were a few stripper poles in the back, but they were currently unoccupied and no one paid much attention to them, their attention currently taken by her dramatic entrance. She took a few steps over to the nearest table, her grieves making slight clinking sounds against the wooden floor, and sat down in the chair to prop her feet up, letting everyone see what she was wearing.
When she had come in, there had been about twenty to thirty demons and lesser deities swearing and gambling and drinking. They had just written her off as just another of them who had come to get a drink or lose some poor souls in a card game, but when they saw the weapons she had been wearing, all eyes went to her. She smirked to herself and brushed some of her now jet-black hair from her face before leaning back in her chair, the sound of wood creaking against wood loud in the deathly quiet bar.
"Well?" She asked loudly, shaking everyone from their stupor. "Aren't any of you gonna offer me a drink or you gonna keep gawking at my boots?"
The reaction was tremendous, much bigger than she had been anticipating. They all started rushing at her to take the grieves and gauntlets from her, but she had disappeared from the seat and was currently leaning against one of the poles with a grin on her face as she shed her cloak to show the almost skin tight clothing underneath. She noticed that one of the demons, a young man with a pair of dragon-like wings folded on his back and a head of silver hair, hadn't joined in the fight. That was the one she had been looking for.
A dark shadow loomed over her, breaking her out of her thoughts and she just nearly ducked the blow that the massive demon had thrown at her. She slammed her fist into his stomach and followed up with a spinning heel kick that sent him flying into the wall with a sickening crack.
A pair of burly arms grabbed her from behind and she grinned darkly as she smashed the point of her elbow into their face and quickly slipped from their grasp to deliver a crushing combination that sent him sprawling to the ground in a daze. She then turned to the rest of the bar patrons and dove right into the heart of the mob, giving them as much of a chance as she could, but they couldn't really keep up with her.
By the end of the brawl, she had barely broken a sweat and every one of the demons were lying in a circle around her. She looked around her disappointedly and kicked one in the side to send him sliding into the wall with a thud.
"Man, you guys are weak. I should've used one hand, then maybe you would've had a chance." She laughed as she went back to the stage to grab her cloak and bag so she could leave. As she bent down to get her things, one of the demons that had wisely feigned unconsciousness jumped to his feet and grabbed a chair before smashing it down onto her head, knowing that he had gotten a free pet and a new pair of weapons at the same time.
Fortune felt her anger flare and whipped her hand around to knock his head off, but someone had already beaten her to the punch, so to speak. No sooner had she turned around that a strong blast of concentrated magic punched into her chest, sending her reeling and stumbling back a couple of steps.
"You may talk a big game, but those weren't high ranking demons like myself. Maybe you should give me a chance to fight." A sultry voice said with a hint of amusement. She shook the stars from her head and stared at the silver haired demon who had decapitated the demon who had hit her. He was holding a pair of tonfa that were easily as wide as her forearms if she put them together and were about as long as them as well. He was wearing a white t-shirt that had rips all over it as well as faded blue jeans with strange symbols along the legs.
"Oh, I think I can more than back up those words, pretty boy." She snarled as she poured some of her aura into her fist and vaulted the stage entirely to slam it into his face, only to be stopped by a magical barrier that seemed to hug extremely close to his body like a second skin that covered his clothes. He smirked and made to grab her fist out of the air when she changed her aura to a more purifying one and slammed through it to smash into his cheek, the punch leaving a singe mark and sending him staggering back a couple of steps. Before he could regain his footing, she continued punching him all over the place, making sure that he wouldn't underestimate her again.
As she lashed her foot out to catch him on the side of the head, he blocked the kick with the blunt side of his blade and then sent a powerful immobilization spell through her body to make her crumple to the ground in a heap. He panted painfully and straightened up to crack his back, making his tonfa disappear in a blaze of sapphire flames and then mouthed a spell that sent a powerful concussive wave into her skull to render her unconscious.
"Finally someone worthy of my time." He muttered interestedly as he scooped her up and tossed her limp body over his shoulder before going over to grab her bag and cloak before disappearing with a sharp crack and the smell of a dragon's breath.
...Some Hours Later...
Fortune groaned painfully and fluttered her eyes, closing them tightly as she was met with a painfully bright light. She turned her head from it and opened them again hesitantly to find that she was looking over a blue ocean. That made her gasp and sit up quickly, only to smack her forehead onto a low-lying lantern. She pushed the lantern out of her way and rubbed the spot while uttering a long string of swear words under her breath, happy that her demon half allowed her to do that. She looked around with a glare and noticed that her bag was nowhere near her and that someone had taken the grieves, gauntlets and her pistol as well as the holster.
Great, not only do I have no idea where the hell I am, I'm unarmed. She growled mentally as she looked down at her clothes and felt her heart shoot up into her throat as she noticed that she was wearing the clothes she had been when she was in her normal form. She looked around fearfully and was about to jump out the window when the doors were opened with a resounding boom and someone came in with their back to her as they drew in a cart laden with food. She took that time to change her hair color to black and put on her fiercest scowl when she noticed that it was the demon from before.
"Where the hell are we and why-" She stopped when she noticed that he was wearing her gauntlet on his right arm. She snarled angrily and jumped off of the bed to crack his head open. She had made it nearly to his head when something like a massive rubber band shot her back onto the bed hard, sending the air rushing from her chest as she came to rest. He turned and gave her a smirk as he picked up an apple off the cart and peeled some of it with the sharp claw on the index finger of his right.
"Ah, its nice to see you finally awake, Ovelia." He said with a grin as he noticed her reaction at her birth name. She sat up quickly and lunged at him again, her wings straining against the rubber band effect on her back as she lashed at him, desperate to slice that smug looking grin from his face. He let his eyes slide over to the white angel wing and he shook his head before taking another bite from his apple.
"How do you know my birth name?" She spat, her fingers inches from his face at the farthest of her reach. He swallowed his bite of apple and shook his head again as his grin grew slightly wider.
"It wasn't too hard to find out. You being the only hybrid of an angel and a demon in existence and all." He said, to which she snarled again and gave an extra push to swing her fist and catch him on the cheek, though the power behind it was transferred back to her and she was slammed into the bed hard enough to make the legs bend slightly in protest.
She groaned in pain as she felt the bruise that had been intended for him appear on her cheek, to which he shook his head and continued eating his apple as he watched her fume in silence, knowing the gears in her head would be turning. He leaned against the cart with his free hand and let his thoughts wander as the keening of a nearby seagull drifted into the room.
He had been longing for someone to entertain him for quite some time. He'd had pets before, but he had ended up either eating them or, if he were in an especially benevolent mood, he would let them free if they gave him a good reason to. That had only happened twice and they both had given very good reasons to let them live. He had grown lonely in his existence and felt a glimmer of hope the first time he had heard Ovelia's name spoken one day. He had never heard such a wondrous name and he wanted nothing more than to have her, not just as a pet or at least not at first. He had thought what a prize it would be to have a seraph as a pet, but as he thought more about it, he realized that she would no sooner escape and kill him rather than submit like the others did, so that plan was dashed aside the moment he had actually seen her fight.
"Hey, pretty boy. That food over there for me or is it just for show to make me starve?" Fortune called irritatedly, bringing him from his thoughts. He sighed theatrically and nodded as he got behind the cart and gave it a push with his foot so that it would hit the edge of the bed gently.
"Enjoy yourself, Ovelia. I'll be back to take the cart away later, but I'll want something from you afterwards." He said with a grin as he walked out of the room with a wave of his gauntleted hand, making her scowl darkly as she crawled carefully over to the cart, wary of the magic that was keeping her tethered to the bed. She grabbed a croissant and nibbled on it distractedly, trying to get him out of her head.
She didn't know what it was about him, but she didn't like it. The way he stared at her, as if regarding a specimen of some kind. And he had known her birth name, which she had guarded feverishly and even tried to make herself forget it so that no one could link it to her again. Who was he and why did he want her so badly?
She sighed irritatedly and tried to summon her scythe when she thought better of it. If he knew who she was, then certainly he had taken precautions to keep her from accessing her magic and her weapons, be they on her or in the dimensional pocket she had stored them in. She flopped back onto the bed and stared angrily at the ceiling, her wings having receded back into her back and the tears in her trench coat repairing soon afterwards.
"Why do I have to attract all the weirdos whenever I have to go into Hell?" She muttered as she looked out the window to see the ocean glimmering in the noonday sun, the smells of the salt slightly burning in her nose while the sounds of the waves crashing softly against the beach tickled her ears.
She sat up and carefully climbed out onto the side of the bed away from the terrace before giving the bed a rough kick, the legs squealing in protest against the tiled floor as the bed slid to end at the halfway point between the terrace doors and where she had started from. True to form, the rubber band effect snapped her back onto the bed, but she had been expecting it and as soon as it had begun to tug on her, she had concentrated all of her angelic aura into her hand before grasping the spot she assumed the spell was strongest at and shattering it completely.
Guess I was wrong in being so paranoid... Oh well, not everyone can be so pre- She stopped in mid thought as a small rumbling could be felt through her room. She looked around for the source of the rumbling but couldn't find it. She ripped her scythe from the air next to her and made it take the form of her spear, feeling as if she might need some angelic purification at the moment. She couldn't have been more right.
As she formed her spear, the floor opened up beneath her with a loud sort of ripping sound and she was dragged down into the inky depths before she could even register what had happened. The crack sealed up over her and blotted out all light except of that from her spear. She glanced down at her ankle and lashed out at the tentacle wrapped tightly around it with her spear, severing it cleanly and making whatever was on the other end howl in pain. She dropped for what felt to be a couple more minutes before she let her wings come out to break her fall, the sudden jarring motion making her bones rattle and groan as she landed hard with a hop skip to keep from falling on her face.
She swung her spear around her in a wide arc, trying to illuminate the pit she had landed in, but she couldn't see anything save in the circle of pale white light she was in.
"Okay, maybe it wasn't a good idea doing that." She muttered as she dropped into her stance to get ready for whatever had made such a loud howl. She heard a slithering from around her and jumped in the air to illuminate more of the area around her, but that wasn't as good an idea as she thought it was. No sooner had she gotten in the air, several tentacles launched themselves at her from all directions.
She tried to get them all, but she couldn't move fast enough. One slipped past her guard and knocked her spear from her hand with a slight sizzling sound as the purifying properties of the spear touched it, but it continued on its way and wrapped tightly around her waist before slamming her repeatedly into the wall behind her, leaving her dazed and barely conscious.
"You thought... That would hurt me? You are my firsssssssst toy ssssssssssssince that neko sssssssso very long ago..." A dark voice hissed near her head as a few more tentacles slid out of the darkness around her to probe over her body, their slimy feel permeating her clothes and making her skin feel clammy and sticky.
She groaned audibly and blinked a couple of times to try and clear her vision, but she still couldn't see what it was that was holding her; only feel its tentacles slide slowly over her skin. One got a little adventurous and brushed a little roughly across her chest, to which she hissed and made to bite at it, but it moved quickly to another part of her body, as if toying with her.
"And you think I'm just going to become some monster's play thing? You obviously don't know what a Seraphim can do." She growled as she started pouring her angelic aura into her body, her hair becoming a white blonde and her arms glowing a bright white as a pair of pistols appeared in her hands. She lifted them up and pointed to the darkness surrounding her, knowing at least a few of the shots would hit something. "Now die." But before she could even squeeze off a shot, she felt the tentacle around her waist tighten painfully until it was close to snapping her hips like twigs.
Another tentacle, this one pointed at the end like a needle, snaked up her arm and stuck itself into her neck, the pain making her gasp and writhe in agony as her power was forcefully repressed, leaving her in a state of semi-consciousness and weakness. The feeling in her hands left her and she dropped the pistols so that they clattered softly to the ground far below her.
"It'sssssssssss not nice for the pet to try and bite the hand of her masssssssssster." The voice chided as the tentacle ripped itself from her neck, leaving a neat puncture wound that quickly healed up and scarred in the shape of a teardrop. In its place, another tentacle slithered up to her slightly gaping mouth and slid between her lips forcefully, making her gag slightly as it delved deeper down her throat and into her stomach, steadily pumping a paralyzing poison into her system to keep her from thrashing about before ripping forcefully from her body.
"Vyborg, that's enough. I believe miss Ovelia has had enough torture for the moment." The demon from before ordered, his voice booming throughout the abyss. Against its wishes, the tentacles lowered her to the ground and into the demon's arms. She stared at him wistfully and opened her mouth to insult him, but no sound came out and she had to resort to glaring silently at him. He looked down at her and for the first time, she noticed that his eyes were like hers, distant and quietly angry with a hint of hope. Hope for something that might not come. "And you, my dear, are coming with me."
She gaped at him when he said this and watched as his wings wrapped around them. When they were lifted away, they were standing in a dining room with a lit chandelier above their heads and a table set for two. He walked over to the nearest chair and gently sat her down into it. She stared silently at him and continuously tried to get her voice to work, but it wouldn't. He sat down across from her and gave a simple wave of his hand to break the silencing spell on her.
"...I AM GOING TO WRING THAT MONSTER'S NECK!" Fortune screamed, much to his amusement and her shock. She clapped her hands over her mouth and then fingered the scar on her neck, the shock wearing away to reveal anger and fury. "What did you do?"
"I did nothing, Ovelia." He said with an innocent shrug. She snarled through her teeth and ripped her scythe from the air next to her before vaulting the table to cut his head off, only to find that he had disappeared from his seat. She looked to her left and saw him smirking at her, mocking her.
"Don't call me that... only my mother can call me that name!" She snarled, her conflicting auras combining for a split moment to blast apart the table and the chair underneath her, causing him to blank out of fear.
Her eyes became a bright, gleaming gold and her trench coat was blown to pieces, only to reform as a set of pale sapphire body armor that consisted of a breastplate that ended at her midriff, exposing her well toned and shapely belly, which now had crimson tribal swirls around her belly button, while her jeans were torn to shreds, replaced with a pair of black and silver grieves that ended just below her knee caps and covered the tops of her feet only, leaving her soles and toes free to breathe and for her kicks to be more powerful. From her waist down was a black satin hakama skirt that covered her thighs with more tribal symbols along the legs, giving the image of a blossoming black orchid as it flowed with her movements. Her scythe changed as well, but this change was much more dramatic, as it made the weapon ripple and shiver as if it were made of water.
"She... She is a goddess..." The demon whispered in awe as he watched her stand, her hands at her sides with blue pulses of a faint flame drifting along them. She lifted her hand so that the scythe would form again in her outstretched palm. The weapon reappeared as a double-ended spear with a black and silver blade on either end, the blades gilded with pale white gold along the edges while the staff was made of a dark metal that seemed to absorb light.
"No... I am not a goddess... I am just Fortune..." She growled, the power fluctuating with her voice the angrier she became. He regained his composure and smirked arrogantly before forming his tonfas, his arms now gauntleted in both of her weapons.
"Fortune, eh? Doesn't sound nearly as regal or impressive as Ovelia, but who am I to complain. I'll have you under my influence soon enough, and then you won't even remember the name Fortune." He said as she twirled her new spear around her fingers.
"We shall see, Dazgul." She whispered, though her voice easily projected out into the entirety of the room. He stiffened slightly and then chuckled darkly, his own aura becoming more pronounced as he showed more of his power.
"Oh, so you remember me now?" He asked heatedly, his wings becoming more demonic and his tonfa lengthening until they were normal katannas with slightly hooked ends.
"I do. You still harbor hatred towards me for what I am and for the simple fact that you cannot have this power for yourself. Before, I held nothing but contempt for you, but now, it is only pity. " She whispered sadly, her spear stopping with the white blade pointed at his heart. He snarled angrily and uttered a killing spell he knew to make her drop dead, to which she sighed pityingly. She swatted the spell out of the air as easily as she would a fly and uttered her own spell, making him double over in pain and hiss for breath, his knees nearly buckling beneath him.
"H-how... h-h-how can you be this much my superior!? Before you could barely withstand the simple restriction spell I put on you, but now you can do this?! HOW!" He cried, forcing himself to stand against the crushing weight of her aura coming down on him. She took a step towards him and easily made the distance between them. She gently grabbed his chin in her hand and before he could object or fight back, she brought her lips to his in a gentle kiss, the power radiating off of her making him lightheaded and giddy while at the same time almost killing him. She pulled away from the kiss a few seconds later and stared deeply into his eyes, finding that their eyes were no longer similar.
"How? I am able to outclass you so much because I have stopped trying to ignore my heritage of mixed blood. I have embraced both my demonic and angelic families and let them merge inside me. That is why I outclass you, Dazgul. A being of pure hatred such as yourself couldn't hope to match me in terms of strength." She whispered, her lips pressing against his for a fraction of a second before she let him go and took a step back to open a rift when he dropped his weapons and lunged at her, wrapping his arms tightly around her and bringing their lips back together for a deeper kiss, trying desperately to convey his pent up emotions for her. She let him kiss her for a little over a minute before gently pushing him away, shaking her head as she did so.
"W-why not?" He cried, disbelief and pain etched on his face. "I-I love you!"
She looked at him with eyes full of sorrow and hurt and sighed before drawing upon a small amount of her powers to open a rift next to her, the wind from it howling angrily as it let in the stifling heat of a sun-scorched desert.
"Because, Dazgul. You don't love me, no matter what you say. If I stay behind with you, I will constantly have to look over my shoulder and wonder if you're going to stab me in the back for my powers. I wouldn't be able to live in that sort of relationship." She whispered, this time with a tear dripping out of her eyes and onto the floor.
In that instant, the gauntlets on his arms disappeared and returned to their rightful owner before her bag appeared on her shoulder. "I'm sorry... I will always remember our childhood." She gave him one last look before stepping through the rift and leaving him alone in his dining room, a broken, hollowed out shell of a demon.
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This is a new story for a character I think we've all made at one point or another in our lives. For me, Fortune is the character that can encompass all of my ideas into one package while at the same time using everything from different authors I've read over the years. And the dimensional traveler title is something that I thought would help make things easier on me for when I skipped into different realities for different stories. Also, in case this seems anything like Sonic Fox's design for his own story, then let me say this in advance. I am sorry if this seems similar, but our ideas are different.
So please don't give me grief for copyright infringement, for I have tried to cut down on the way I tend to inadvertently make my stories extremely close to other writers and I hope you enjoy this new step in my writing.
Felarya belongs to Karbo on Deviantart, so pay his page a visit and check out his art. It is very, very good.
Any Devil May Cry references you can make belong to Capcom.
Dante belongs to Capcom.
Terror belongs to a friend of mine, another Deviant, Melancholy-Melody13.
Fortune, Joyu, Isaac and Dazgul belong to Angelic Vulpine (me) and InfectedVulpine6-6-6 (me on Deviantart).