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SMT: The Reason	By : Kakashifan727 Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Shin Megami Tensei, Darksiders, DMC, VP, Fate/Stay Night or Rise of the Guardians franchises. They belong to Atlus, THQ, Capcom, Square Enix/Tri Ace, Type Moon and Dreamworks respectively. I am maki

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I smell, rather than see, the small bundle on the ground. It reeks of sweat and blood, a potent mixture that causes me to almost gag. I shouldn't have covered the kid with my coat; now it's gonna reek. I don't need demons tracking the blood of their dead kin. Thankfully I have extras and I can wash it later. Sighing, I try to ignore the stench radiating only a few feet away and look at the small fairy in my hand. Its pretty tiny against my palm, only as long as my middle finger and twice as wide. The creature is emitting a strange blue light, coming from the streaks of Magatama crisscrossing around her body. I can feel the energy inside her begin to morph and change, growing in size as it makes the blue light stronger. The process is a very interesting one. It gets so bright that I have to cover my eyes, a small groan coming from the person next to me.
After the light's finally gone I notice the fairy has changed. It's bigger than before, about half a foot taller, and as energetic as ever. The magical energy coming off of it seems...stronger somehow. I dunno how. Damn thing keeps flying in my face. It's probably just worried about the kid. I am too but nothing's gonna change from freaking out over it. She just needs to sleep for a while; the potion I gave her should dull some of the pain. Maybe we can head out soon. I'm kinda bored. I gotta go look for those guys sooner or later, unless...Nah. Not gonna think about it. They're fine, I tell myself, despite the sinking feeling in my gut. I ignore it by watching the Pixie fly around, examining the small makeshift camp we have set up.
I've never seen a demon evolve before. Then again, I usually kill 'em before they get the chance. Most demons are only interested in themselves and what they can get out of humans, seeing people as their lessers. Though that's not to say demons are all evil; I've met some good ones, as well as some pretty fucked up humans. Ya just can't judge a book by it's cover, I guess. I don't really know what to think of this kid, either. She seems pretty damned lost. Completely out of it. Reminds me of that time I got a scrape from playing around as a kid. Healed almost as soon as I got it. I wish all my injuries healed that easy. Mom was the one who explained that I was half-demon, just like my brother. Pops wasn't home, fucking around as usual, so he didn't find out till later. If I find him here I'll kick his ass and then some. Bastard...
“Hm? What, for the love of god? You've been buzzing around me for the past two minutes!” I complain, the annoying Pixie flying in circles around me. It stops in mid-air, it's frantic flaps calming and slowing down as it focuses on my face.
“About time, old man! Where the hell are we? What did you do to my friend? She's in pain! If anything happened to her because of you I'll kick your ass!” It squeaks out with it's tiny voice. So that's it. I narrow my eyes at the small fairy, slightly annoyed.
“I ain't old, pipsqueak! Actually...how old am I? Tch. Anyways, I didn't hurt your little pal. It's because she's cursed by the Magatama that she's like this. So back off, would ya?” I explain, the Pixie calming down after listening. She sighs, her expression downcast as she looks at the moving bundle of my coat and bloodied limbs.
“Got it. Sorry about that. We went through a lot in the hospital, so...well...” she mutters, flying over to the kid. I watch as she examines the kid's body, inspecting it with care so she doesn't wake up. I feel energy swell up as magic pours out of the fairy's tiny body. She's wasting her time. I do applaud the effort though. Good to know the kid has some sort of friend, even if it's not human. The glow from the healing magic starts and dims several times, at least partially closing some of the cuts and lessening the areas of the bruises. Her other demon companion, the weird green thing, just floats there and does nothing to help. What the hell is it? Must be a lesser demon. Pixie flies over to it and starts jabbering in a language I've never heard before. It sure as hell ain't English or Japanese. Must be the demon tongue. Despite being half-demon, I'm not that fluent in it. I did study the occult for a while but most of it was useless junk. All wrong facts and information; just what you'd expect from a human author. Demons ain't much help either since half of 'em wanna kill me on sight, thanks Dad. What the hell have I accomplished with my business? Sure I 'avenged' my family, if killing my mind-controlled brother and the bastard that did it to him are good enough to count. Other than that...Nothing.
Demons ran amok in the human world before shit hit the fan, harming people and causing trouble just for their pleasure. There are good demons, yes, but most that I've seen in this line of work are heartless bastards. They attack anyone at all if they think they can get enjoyment out of it; makes me sick. I wonder if this stupid place is any different. I doubt it. Fuckers seem just as ruthless as they did back home. I need to find out more about this place, whatever it is. I'll need to leave the kid to do that, since she'd slow me down too much. I look over towards her and the Pixie, who is slumped next to her in defeat. Guess little greenie didn't feel like helping, I take it? I'm not gonna get anywhere like this. Sorry kid, but I'm leaving after we hit Yoyogi Park. Fuck the job and the client; I doubt they're on our side anyway. I get up from where I'm sitting, crouching down near her limp form. She's breathing more easily, though grunts of pain interrupt her peaceful sleep. Dammit, this smells bad. I'm gonna hurl. Looking closely I can see something squirming around near her left temple. Must be the Magatama trying to take over her body.
“That's gotta suck,” I comment, backing away from the kid and her bad smell. That's better. Remind me to put shampoo and soaps in that cache cube. We're gonna need it. I do genuinely feel bad for the squirt. Who wants to be a demon? I even hate it myself sometimes; like right now. At least I wasn't a tool for Mundus...Can't keep thinking that way... She'll probably get used to it over time or be eaten by demons. That's how it goes. Nothing you can do. Examining the blue sphere in the sky, I use it like a sun of sorts. Instead of judging its position, I go by how bright it is, though I don't really know what that means. Better than using nothing. I'll let her rest for a few more hours then we can get going. I need some sleep myself.
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My body aches dimly as I open my eyes. Must've stayed up too late on the computer or something. Never felt this tired before. Where the fuck am I? I think, slowly trying to get up. It doesn't look like my room...way too dark, and why does it smell like shit? I at least manage to sit up slightly, feeling something slide off of my shoulders. I turn my head behind me, to come face to face...er, I mean neck, with that protruding black spike. No. Goddammit...I thought that was a dream. Some kind of fever induced bullshit, like in the movies. It’s covered in small red and pink blobs that coat my back, and this makes me queasy. It smells awful; like some kind of rotting meat. The appendage quivers when I touch it. The 'meat' clings to my hand and fingers so I shake it off. Nothing really happens; I don't feel any sensation from it like pain or excitement. It's more like touching your arm; you can feel the skin to skin contact but this thing doesn't feel exactly like skin. The spike is more...rubbery...or maybe elastic? I dunno, and the dry blood covering my hand isn't helping; makes everything feel all clammy.
The tattoos covering my body are still there as well, glowing a dim purple in the low light. I can still feel the pain throughout my body, like a dull toothache that keeps coming back. It's thankfully not as bad as before. I start to remember things, bits and pieces of what happened to me. The hospital, meeting Pixie, trying to negotiate...I shudder when I think of the demon wrapping its thin, paper-like body around me. It was sucking the life out of me; I could feel myself dying, slowly losing energy. Then I recall it being cut in half, it's body spilling blood and Magatshusi everywhere. It died...Died to help me. So simple, there one moment, gone the next. I wish I could have helped it somehow; like Pixie does with healing magic. Shit, why am I so useless? I have to get stronger. I blink as I feel tears running down my face. How annoying; whimpering won't do me any good.
Something small flutters in front of me. It takes me a couple seconds before I realize it's Pixie, though she has changed much. I gape at her, turning my head as she lands on my left shoulder.
“What happened to you? You look different,” I comment, causing the small sprite to smile as she flutters her wings.
“I don't really know. I feel much better though. Stronger, even,” she replies, turning away from me for a second to look around. The fairy floats over to my other human companion, or at least partly human, her radiant light stinging him in the face. Lying on his side, he groans and lifts one arm to cover his eyes. I don’t blame him; I wouldn’t want to wake up to this nightmare either. Did he even get any sleep? I suppose not, feelings of guilt welling up in the pit of my stomach. It’s probably because he was keeping watch this whole time. He’s pretty strong; nothing would follow us after that display a few hours ago? How long have we been here? There’s no way for me to tell the time, so I just shrug and sigh. About this time Dante wakes up from his nap, and I notice his coat is gone, a red shirt and small black vest with a holster the only things underneath. I blink and turn around again, feeling something brush past my arm.
“Aah! Wait…it’s just a coat…” I mutter, a small smile lighting up my face. I was scared by a damn coat. It was redder than before, and even I could smell the blood coming off of it.
“Why’d you give me your coat? Doncha need it?” I ask, yawning slightly as I try to get up off the floor. The damn pain in my body starts to flare up at that moment, and I let out a small grunt, though I’m able to stand. It seems to be lessening.
“You needed it. ‘Sides, I have more of ‘em. Just keep it, kid. Even though you have the body of a demon and don’t need armor for protection, a nice looking lady like you shouldn’t walk around with almost nothing. Trust me when I tell you some of these bastards are going to be out for more than a quick meal,” Dante explains as I feel my face reddening by the second. I had honestly forgotten I was naked, most of my clothing torn and ripped during the demon transformation or during the battles in the hospital. The rags that was my hoodie and shoes did nothing to hide my body, so I’d gotten rid of them somewhere along the way. He was right though, even as I looked at my grotesque form, the pale skin covered in the blue marks that mixed with the blood of demons and my own. Honestly, if it wasn’t for him pointing it out, I doubt I’d have cared much. Who was there to see anything? Everyone I knew was dead, so I wasn’t really embarrassed. I mean, it did feel a little weird at first, but my wounds and the mental exhaustion I’ve gone through are much more pressing.
“…Right, thanks…” I muttered, my mind still in a sort of haze as I picked up the tattered thing from the floor. It was big, but that just made it easier to hide my body, though I had to pull back the sleeves so I could use my hands. I still had the pockets in my shorts to hide things if I needed to, but the jacket’s pockets seemed to respond to the magic as well, also opening up more fully as I reached inside. I couldn’t see inside, but I could feel the same objects like the candelabra from before, floating there in that weird space.
“You alright, kid? We should get going; the demon activity around these places should be lower now. I ain’t sure what that blue thing in the sky is, but think of it as a sort of sun,” Dante explains. I nod and slowly walk toward him, still dizzy and tired from my nap. Pixie and my new companion are fluttering behind me, their wings distorting the air slightly. I was surprised that I was able to hear and feel this. A hand on my shoulder made me look up, Dante’s face wearing a somber expression. I took a few steps forward, my bare feet plodding on sand, with his strength supporting me. It looks like it would be a long walk to Yoyogi Park at the rate we are going.
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