In a few seconds Jezzel changed. She wasn't the usual 19 year old girl with the sooth coloured hair. She was a woman in her mid-twenties, her hair blonde, skin pale and almost shining in the moon light. Only her amber eyes and too red lips casted a demonic look to her. Her golden staff was securely held in her left hand as she moved through the streets of the heart of religious Europe. The white linen dress was long and covered all her lean body. The streets were empty but she was sure, that in all this apparent "Holiness" some wrongdoers could be found.
At the end of a narrow medieval alley stood two drunken men. As soon as they spotted her they came forward, bottles of wine in their hands and emanating the most putrid ouder Jezzel ever smelled. They reached out with their hands to touch her but she stopped them with her staff. "Disgusting beings." she told them. Seeing that this gracious lady was far from being disposed to their offers, one of them in anger slashed out with a penknife at Jezzel. She swiftly moved to the side. With one blow of her staff the man was death by her feet, blood smudging the tips of her white dress. The other one stayed immobile for a few seconds before starting running in the opposite direction of that of Jezzel. The latter ran after him and soon was in front of him and he too went to meet his friend in Hell.
Jezzel let out a laugh, delighted to the feeling of power she ruled in her hands towards humans. They were so easily lured to beauty and then so easily killed. She then returned silently to the main "Piazza" thinking up more mischief for the night.
Demyx jumped from roof to roof laying low in order not to be heard or seen and he watched her beating the drunk humans, "she's good" he smirked in amusement.
Than he somersaulted his way down from the rooftop into the middle of the unknown street she was walking in. He landed a few inches in front of her and while leaning closer to her face so as to startle her, he said "white doesn't suit your seductive nature you know" letting out a faint grin while his eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
Jezzel turned and pointed her staff to Demyx's throat. "What the hell are you doing here?" She told him pissed off at the way he came furtively. "Why do you want to ruin my moments of pleasure?" She told him not removing her staff and instantly her dress changed to black.
Demyx kept grinning and leaning closer feeling the cold metal alloy of the staff pressing in with his throat "this area is off limits for the both of us" he teased whilst his deep-blue eyes shined more. "So you really do have other skills rather than being such an annoying flirt!" he snapped at her still grinning while holding his arms in a surrendered position.
Jezzel looked him in the eye, "Just get out of my way Demyx." She told him as she removed her staff from his throat. "You already pissed me off and you won't like to see me really ticked off." She told him as she started to walk to the centre of the Piazza, changing back to her usual appearance, long black hair, thin body and her short black dress with knee high boots.
Demyx lowered his arms and crossed them. "Now that look sure shows what you really are" he told her still grinning, "Anyway I have to go now, be a good girl and be nice to your Lucifer!" he smirked sarcastically. Demyx gave her his back and started walking away from her, for his excitement to explore this unknown land, whom everyone calls Earth, has suddenly left him.
Jezzel was fuming at this point. Demyx had just pasted the limit by calling her "a good girl". Who was a good girl? Sure not she! She stopped in her tracks and still feeling the presence of Demyx near she used her mind reading powers to probe into his thoughts.
Jezzel appeared in front of Demyx. He still hadn't returned back to Hell and wasn't very far from the main Piazza. "Where do you think you are going? How dare you call me a silly girl? and childish too!" she told him, her voice full of anger. Her dark black sword was in her hand now, preparing to strike and hit her aim, Demyx.
Demyx stopped abruptly and turned his head glancing at Jezzel over his shoulders "What now?" he said annoyed by her presence...
"You just insulted me and you ask me what?" she told him as she started summoning up her powers. "You know I can read minds and right now you're thinking
Demyx turned fast and out manevoured Jezzel's attempt to hit him, she only managed to scratch him "What the hell!" he yelled as he pounced sideways in surprise, leaping away from her as far as possible.
"I told you I want to settle the score. I'll do what is in my power not to let you out of here unharmed." She told him and chuckled. Jezzel slowed time for a few seconds so as to hit Demyx again. He was faster then her but by slowing time she succeeded to hit him in the stomach with the hilt of the blade. The only side effect is that slowing time required too much energy.
Demyx took her exhaustion to his advantage and charged towards her. He wrenched her hand quickly and took the sword from her hand, he hit her shoulder violently with the hilt of the blade and threw the blade away out of her reach. "Don't try to unleash my wrath Jezzel!" he exclaimed in rage.
"What will happen then Demyx? You'll kill me?" She told him as her right hand went to her shoulder. "I won't be scared easily." Her staff appeared in her right hand, jumped high and aimed to hit him from behind.
Demyx rolled over with great agility and ducked her staff attack, he than counter acted by dashing with huge supernatural reflexes behind her and blowing a full forced kick at her back knocking her to the ground at his feet. He was about to take out his Dragon Slayer and skewer it right through her back but than he hesitated and jumped backwards waiting for her to stand up on her feet
Jezzel struggled to get up. Her spine seemed to have been smashed in tiny pieces, but coughing, she slowly was on her feet again. Blood trickled from the side of her lips and she soon wiped it off with her sleeve. "What is happening to you? Why didn't you just finish me off?" She told him as she crouched to pick her stuff again.
"It wouldn't have been... exciting" he told her solemnly. He strode towards her in a blink and hit her in the stomach with his right knee while striking her neck with his left hand. Jezzel fell on her knees in front of him "What's the matter? losing your breath?" he grinned clenching his fist. His eyes no longer looked human, they were overwhelmed by the insanity and adrenaline of battle.
Jezzel coughed more as some of her ribs cracked. With her hands she hugged her sides. Even though in pain she was smirking, "Finally I can see the demon that is in you." She told him eye sight blurring.
Demyx's eyes now showed more than pure evil, "The demon within me is unleashed whenever someone dares crossing my path!" he growled with an enigmatic look in his cleared blue eyes. "I have expected more from you Jezzel, this battle was a waste of time!" he whispered and then delivered his final blow by striking her face knocking her out cold. "An empty win!" he complained without a single sweat.
Jezzel laid motionless on the cold ground. Her breathing was irregular but she had passed from worse injuries in her life. Her black hair was tangled, her blade and staff out of her reach.
Demyx started walking away from Jezzel's corpse not looking back with his eyes closed and a strange peaceful expression on his face. For some reason his legs kept slowing him down until he stopped walking. He looked back for a second, everything was dark and silent, the stillness of her body was building up tension in him, than he walked a few paces more and he stopped looking at her again.
Demyx finally sighed as if giving up and walked slowly towards her. "I... can't...just...leave...you" he said to himself while carefully lifting up her fragile body in his arms, he positioned her head on his left shoulder, put her arms on her lap and held her lower body in his right arm. He felt her irregular breath on his neck "your fault..." he said coldly.
Demyx crossed the moon lit piazza quietly holding Jezzel in his arms...
