Jett The Speed Demon

Requested muses: The Huntrix Girls

“Next time you tussle with a demon from Hell, just leave it to the professionals. You were lucky none of them pulled your shadows off the ground and killed you with them.”

Everyone in Hell can do that. I should know because I, Jett, had personally learned how. My cloak’s hood was off.

"We are the professionals around here." Well, aside from Celeste, but she was retired and has been for a while now. This was the first time she and the girls were carried around like a sack of potato's though...

"Well, none of them have ever done that before." Nor had they ever got the chance in their experience.

I narrowed my red eyes.

“Can you recall the last time a demon tried to devour your soul and your shadow in one inhalation? Or the last time one tried to burn you alive with magnesium based hellfire?”

I got her there. None of the demons she fought attacked like that before. I have faced things that’ll haunt not just Rumi’s nightmares but also Zoey’s and Mira’s nightmares too.

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song is called Hanging in the Balance)

*Ama and Elise paused as they heard someone sing. Both frowned and threw each other a glance before taking off. They arrived at the source of the singing and froze, taking in the details of what was happening. Both pursed their lips and as soon as Jett finished, pulled out small orbs of fire and ice then landed behind Jett.* Halt right there! *Called out Ama projecting her regal voice.*

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul!🎵”

He soloed the demons coming at him, his scythe surgically bisecting the swarm of demons attacking him with his scythe.

“🎵Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know!🎵

He kicked demon ass and the demons are already running from him. But he’s not about to let them escape. He continues his song.

“🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… Every what if burning like a flame…🎵”

The purple threads strangled the fleeing demons and prevented their escape. And Jett continued singing.

You're either a devil hunter... *Spoke Ama.*

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know…🎵”

You want us to join you in kicking infernal butts... *Spoke Elise, deftly twirling her lance.*

Alright but you owe us an explanation after that. *Added Ama, deftly spinning her katanas.*

“🎵The sun is sinking low, and I’m still on the wire. Cutting through my soul, will I rise or fall?🎵”

Demons were still hesitating to attack because of the effect Jett’s Honmoon based power has on them.

“🎵Your voice echoes like a ghost in the rain… will I rise, or will I fall?🎵”

The music kicks back in, by the time of which most of the demons have been driven back into the rift they came out of……not counting the stragglers faced by Jett and the pair of cousins.

“🎵Will I rise or fall? Will I rise or fall?🎵

The final chorus is on.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up, or will I fall? ‘Cause I don’t really know! Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know………🎵”

Amaterasu Akamatsu, or Ama for short. Pleased to meet you, Jett. *Greeted the tall redhead with golden eyes.*

And her cousin Elise Edelson. Nice to meet you, Jett. *Added the petite blackhead with heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one green.*

Jett slipped back the hood of his cloak to show his real face. His red eyes met their eyes. He was revealed to have white hair with red tips and purple lensed mechanic goggles on his forehead.

“The song was called Hangin’ in the Balance. And the thing is that I myself have been doing that for 700 years straight.“

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song is called Hanging in the Balance)

*Ama and Elise paused as they heard someone sing. Both frowned and threw each other a glance before taking off. They arrived at the source of the singing and froze, taking in the details of what was happening. Both pursed their lips and as soon as Jett finished, pulled out small orbs of fire and ice then landed behind Jett.* Halt right there! *Called out Ama projecting her regal voice.*

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul!🎵”

He soloed the demons coming at him, his scythe surgically bisecting the swarm of demons attacking him with his scythe.

“🎵Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know!🎵

He kicked demon ass and the demons are already running from him. But he’s not about to let them escape. He continues his song.

“🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… Every what if burning like a flame…🎵”

The purple threads strangled the fleeing demons and prevented their escape. And Jett continued singing.

You're either a devil hunter... *Spoke Ama.*

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know…🎵”

You want us to join you in kicking infernal butts... *Spoke Elise, deftly twirling her lance.*

Alright but you owe us an explanation after that. *Added Ama, deftly spinning her katanas.*

“🎵The sun is sinking low, and I’m still on the wire. Cutting through my soul, will I rise or fall?🎵”

Demons were still hesitating to attack because of the effect Jett’s Honmoon based power has on them.

“🎵Your voice echoes like a ghost in the rain… will I rise, or will I fall?🎵”

The music kicks back in, by the time of which most of the demons have been driven back into the rift they came out of……not counting the stragglers faced by Jett and the pair of cousins.

“🎵Will I rise or fall? Will I rise or fall?🎵

The final chorus is on.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up, or will I fall? ‘Cause I don’t really know! Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know………🎵”

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song is called Hanging in the Balance)

*Ama and Elise paused as they heard someone sing. Both frowned and threw each other a glance before taking off. They arrived at the source of the singing and froze, taking in the details of what was happening. Both pursed their lips and as soon as Jett finished, pulled out small orbs of fire and ice then landed behind Jett.* Halt right there! *Called out Ama projecting her regal voice.*

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul!🎵”

He soloed the demons coming at him, his scythe surgically bisecting the swarm of demons attacking him with his scythe.

“🎵Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know!🎵

He kicked demon ass and the demons are already running from him. But he’s not about to let them escape. He continues his song.

“🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… Every what if burning like a flame…🎵”

The purple threads strangled the fleeing demons and prevented their escape. And Jett continued singing.

You're either a devil hunter... *Spoke Ama.*

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul! Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know…🎵”

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

(The song is called Hanging in the Balance)

*Ama and Elise paused as they heard someone sing. Both frowned and threw each other a glance before taking off. They arrived at the source of the singing and froze, taking in the details of what was happening. Both pursed their lips and as soon as Jett finished, pulled out small orbs of fire and ice then landed behind Jett.* Halt right there! *Called out Ama projecting her regal voice.*

“🎵When I’ve been walking lines too thin to see, caught between what’s right and who I need to be! Who I need to be!🎵

Then he sang the chorus.

“🎵I’m hanging in the balance……between the dark and light! One step from the silence, one breath from the fight cutting through my soul!🎵”

He soloed the demons coming at him, his scythe surgically bisecting the swarm of demons attacking him with his scythe.

“🎵Will I rise up, or will I fall? I don’t know, I don’t really know. Will I rise up or will I fall? I don’t really know!🎵

He kicked demon ass and the demons are already running from him. But he’s not about to let them escape. He continues his song.

“🎵Your voice, it echoes like a ghost in the rain… Every what if burning like a flame…🎵”

The purple threads strangled the fleeing demons and prevented their escape. And Jett continued singing.

A figure in a hooded white cloak was approaching a swarm of demons that came out of a tear in the Honmoon. That figure was Jett. Just when the demons came in close proximity of him, his red eyes fell upon them. Then, he started singing—his steady, Australian accent tinged baritone flowing from his teenage lips.

“🎵The sun is sinking low, painting gold on the wire.🎵”

Purple threads began spreading across the area, binding the demons who came at him and making those who weren’t attacking hesitate. It looked just like the kind of power used by Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for sealing off demons, except his is beefed up, designed for solitary use, isn’t empowered by the presence of fans, and runs on intense emotions of any kind.

“🎵I’m standing at the edge of the truth and desire. Heart’s like a battlefield with words I can’t defend. With every choice I make, it feels like the end!🎵”

Speaking of demons, Jett himself happens to be one. But unlike the Saja Boys, Jett doesn’t answer to anyone but himself.

She even got rid of the bodies - very efficient.

“I’m quite exhausted. I need to eat before continuing.” Shota knew his own limits well.

Aizawa sat against a nearby tree & began to eat bread, jerky, & drink water.

“Rest while you can. We still have a long journey ahead of us.” He assumed she brought her own supplies. If not, he would share.

She then proceeded to use the vine for growing food. That’s the best thing about being half druid and half flame demon—growing her own food…growing oranges with said vine.

“Whew! That felt great!”

Aizawa’s mission is happening in the heart of an underground grove, and his assigned partner is a young druid-flame demon hybrid named Alita. She is the druid equivalent of a seventeen year old, and she’s well versed in fighting for her age. She was treated as an outcast because of her magic ability—she has methane magic, the combination of fire magic and plant magic. What it does is allow her to control both fire and plant life, since both fire and plants contain methane. She gestures to the circular area on the ground with a bunch of tree roots reaching into the center.

“Once I merge with the heart of this forest, my physical body won’t be available and I’ll have to lend my aid using the surrounding plant life till another one of those nature merging circles pop up. Knowing how tough the monsters here are, I hope you can still hold your own.”

Alita’s lime green eyes fall upon the taller, stern adventurer as she spoke with a British accent, her dark green hair flowing past her shoulders like a leafy mane. One of her bangs covered her left eye, so she was looking at him with her right eye.

Scarf wrapped tightly around his nose & mouth, the man nodded, sword drawn.

He continued to take out the goblins as they charged at them.

“Behold!”

She disappeared in a green glow. Then, thirty huge thorny spikes came out of the soil before skewering the attacking goblins, killing them instantly. After which, the thorns retracted and a giant wooden totem rises from the undergrowth in the heart of the forest with pale red glowing eyes. Alita’s voice then comes telepathically.

He couldn’t use his magic canceling with her using that, so he was at a disadvantage if she was targeted directly. Shota chose to trust in her to protect her own body.

First group split, Aizawa attacked, using his sword & scarf as weapons. He was getting tired, but he kept on.

“How many are left?” Surely she could ‘see’ the entire army.

Thorny vines held the first wave of monsters on on lockdown, broken into 5 groups of 3 as they struggled to break free in vain. Because of there being a gigantic gap in the area between him and the trapped monsters, Alita grew thick, sturdy vines into a bridge so he could get across and take them down. The leaves around in the underground grove lit up as her voice came from all angles while she spoke.

Running, he struck each small group one by one, until the last group, one getting lucky & striking him in the leg. Shota stumbled with a grunt. The man took a moment to wrap his leg with his scarf so he could continue fighting in a moment if needed.

<Ya wanna know what I love about my dryad side? I’m well versed in plants!>

A vine of a healing mystic plant began growing from the soil beneath his boots to coil around Aizawa’s wounded foreleg like a bandage before detaching.

Strength renewed, he took out the rest of them, stopping to catch his breath.

<You got ‘em all. I’ll clean up the dead bodies so you can proceed. We don’t want any more of those dingbats to show up.>

Vines extend to hoist the monster corpses into the mouths of pitcher plants that dissolved them. Then she proceeds to make her next move. Once again, the leaves in the underground grove lit up as Alita’s voice came from all angles.

<That about takes care of the cleanup. Let’s move. The rest is just a journey……with me puppeteering the plant life so you can advance, of course.>

Aizawa’s mission is happening in the heart of an underground grove, and his assigned partner is a young druid-flame demon hybrid named Alita. She is the druid equivalent of a seventeen year old, and she’s well versed in fighting for her age. She was treated as an outcast because of her magic ability—she has methane magic, the combination of fire magic and plant magic. What it does is allow her to control both fire and plant life, since both fire and plants contain methane. She gestures to the circular area on the ground with a bunch of tree roots reaching into the center.

“Once I merge with the heart of this forest, my physical body won’t be available and I’ll have to lend my aid using the surrounding plant life till another one of those nature merging circles pop up. Knowing how tough the monsters here are, I hope you can still hold your own.”

Alita’s lime green eyes fall upon the taller, stern adventurer as she spoke with a British accent, her dark green hair flowing past her shoulders like a leafy mane. One of her bangs covered her left eye, so she was looking at him with her right eye.

Scarf wrapped tightly around his nose & mouth, the man nodded, sword drawn.

He continued to take out the goblins as they charged at them.

“Behold!”

She disappeared in a green glow. Then, thirty huge thorny spikes came out of the soil before skewering the attacking goblins, killing them instantly. After which, the thorns retracted and a giant wooden totem rises from the undergrowth in the heart of the forest with pale red glowing eyes. Alita’s voice then comes telepathically.

He couldn’t use his magic canceling with her using that, so he was at a disadvantage if she was targeted directly. Shota chose to trust in her to protect her own body.

First group split, Aizawa attacked, using his sword & scarf as weapons. He was getting tired, but he kept on.

“How many are left?” Surely she could ‘see’ the entire army.

Thorny vines held the first wave of monsters on on lockdown, broken into 5 groups of 3 as they struggled to break free in vain. Because of there being a gigantic gap in the area between him and the trapped monsters, Alita grew thick, sturdy vines into a bridge so he could get across and take them down. The leaves around in the underground grove lit up as her voice came from all angles while she spoke.

Running, he struck each small group one by one, until the last group, one getting lucky & striking him in the leg. Shota stumbled with a grunt. The man took a moment to wrap his leg with his scarf so he could continue fighting in a moment if needed.

<Ya wanna know what I love about my dryad side? I’m well versed in plants!>

A vine of a healing mystic plant began growing from the soil beneath his boots to coil around Aizawa’s wounded foreleg like a bandage before detaching.

Aizawa’s mission is happening in the heart of an underground grove, and his assigned partner is a young druid-flame demon hybrid named Alita. She is the druid equivalent of a seventeen year old, and she’s well versed in fighting for her age. She was treated as an outcast because of her magic ability—she has methane magic, the combination of fire magic and plant magic. What it does is allow her to control both fire and plant life, since both fire and plants contain methane. She gestures to the circular area on the ground with a bunch of tree roots reaching into the center.

“Once I merge with the heart of this forest, my physical body won’t be available and I’ll have to lend my aid using the surrounding plant life till another one of those nature merging circles pop up. Knowing how tough the monsters here are, I hope you can still hold your own.”

Alita’s lime green eyes fall upon the taller, stern adventurer as she spoke with a British accent, her dark green hair flowing past her shoulders like a leafy mane. One of her bangs covered her left eye, so she was looking at him with her right eye.

Scarf wrapped tightly around his nose & mouth, the man nodded, sword drawn.

He continued to take out the goblins as they charged at them.

“Behold!”

She disappeared in a green glow. Then, thirty huge thorny spikes came out of the soil before skewering the attacking goblins, killing them instantly. After which, the thorns retracted and a giant wooden totem rises from the undergrowth in the heart of the forest with pale red glowing eyes. Alita’s voice then comes telepathically.

He couldn’t use his magic canceling with her using that, so he was at a disadvantage if she was targeted directly. Shota chose to trust in her to protect her own body.

First group split, Aizawa attacked, using his sword & scarf as weapons. He was getting tired, but he kept on.

“How many are left?” Surely she could ‘see’ the entire army.

Thorny vines held the first wave of monsters on on lockdown, broken into 5 groups of 3 as they struggled to break free in vain. Because of there being a gigantic gap in the area between him and the trapped monsters, Alita grew thick, sturdy vines into a bridge so he could get across and take them down. The leaves around in the underground grove lit up as her voice came from all angles while she spoke.

“You know, I’ve got wings too. My Quirk is literally called Thunderbird.”

Ryuka shows off her wings and the dark teal and green electrified feathers on them.

“I can do your feather sword trick, too. The difference being my feathers being useable as electrified swords. Handy, isn’t it?”

Aizawa’s mission is happening in the heart of an underground grove, and his assigned partner is a young druid-flame demon hybrid named Alita. She is the druid equivalent of a seventeen year old, and she’s well versed in fighting for her age. She was treated as an outcast because of her magic ability—she has methane magic, the combination of fire magic and plant magic. What it does is allow her to control both fire and plant life, since both fire and plants contain methane. She gestures to the circular area on the ground with a bunch of tree roots reaching into the center.

“Once I merge with the heart of this forest, my physical body won’t be available and I’ll have to lend my aid using the surrounding plant life till another one of those nature merging circles pop up. Knowing how tough the monsters here are, I hope you can still hold your own.”

Alita’s lime green eyes fall upon the taller, stern adventurer as she spoke with a British accent, her dark green hair flowing past her shoulders like a leafy mane. One of her bangs covered her left eye, so she was looking at him with her right eye.

Scarf wrapped tightly around his nose & mouth, the man nodded, sword drawn.

He continued to take out the goblins as they charged at them.

“Behold!”

She disappeared in a green glow. Then, thirty huge thorny spikes came out of the soil before skewering the attacking goblins, killing them instantly. After which, the thorns retracted and a giant wooden totem rises from the undergrowth in the heart of the forest with pale red glowing eyes. Alita’s voice then comes telepathically.

@jettthespeeddemon

She walked up to him, large umbrella in hand.

“You’re going to catch a cold if you stay out here, you know.”

Midnight greeted softly.

His cloak billowed behind him in the rain filled wind like a ghostly flag, and he appeared completely unaffected by the chill of the rain against his skin. Speaking of his skin, it was cold and lifeless even though it didn’t look like it. He was still grieving the deaths of his family as well.

“Also, read the room.”

Assuming his anger stemmed from sadness, the woman mumbled, “Excuse me.” After a small bow, she wandered away, looking at him from a distance.

Maybe it had been wrong to approach after all.

“Your aura reminds me of my dead mother……”

“I’m not leaving, if you don’t want me to. I’m giving you some space. Take as much time as you need.”

“Don’t leave me……”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

A young teenage girl with pale pink hair and lavender eyes stood before a dead dragon, loosening up the muscles in her left arm. Aizawa has heard all about her—she’s the girl everyone in the cities mentioned saving innocent lives, however, necromancers like herself often get bad reputations. Her drive is clear—proving that necromancers don’t deserve the bad reputation they get. Right now, she just defeated the dragon before her, and she’s getting ready to bring it back as one of her skeleton army.

“Alright, here we go.”

He drew his sword, having observed her fight.

“Dragons aren’t always evil. Are you sure you were in the right to slay it like you did?”

Gray eyes had missed the beginning of it so he was unsure who struck first.

“This one WAS an evil dragon. A bounty was on its head because it devastated an entire village—and everyone in it. The dragon said he killed wherever he pleased, and nobody can stop him. Not only that, I stepped in and defeated him before he could destroy another one. In other words, the dragon struck first.”

Pharia then turned her attention back to the dead dragon, a tiny smile on her lips. She was telling all of the truth because she had seen this dragon lay waste to entire villages. Plus, she has never used her necromancy on a dead dragon before, so she’s unsure if her necromancer power of raising the dead works on dragons.

He nodded, putting his weapon away.

“Planning to revive him to make him your own?”

“Precisely. Now stand back and watch the magic happen.”

A pink ghostly flame, her Phantom Flame, ignited at her fingertips and spread all the way to her right forearm, showing black versions of the bones inside her hand and forearm within the flame. The flame doesn’t hurt her one bit, and she raises her right fist into the air.

“Arise.”

That same pink Phantom Flame ignited on the dragon’s corpse and burned away its flesh, scaly skin, and muscle until all that’s left of it were its bones, then the dead dragon got up and became a skeleton. The pink Phantom Flame filled in the gaps between its neck, wings, stomach and tail to give it an undead version of the silhouette it once had when it was alive. Pale pink Phantom Flames came out of its hollow eye sockets.

“How many of these beings do you control?”

“Well, the ones I control are only of all the monsters I killed that tried to wreak havoc on villages. So full disclosure……too many to count.”

Pharia lost count of how many skeletons she has under her command. She only knows she has a lot of them. It’s clear she only poses a threat to those who hurt and exploit innocent people for their own gain. Her right hand and right forearm still have the pink Phantom Flame surrounding them. She flips her pink hair.

“Now I’ve got a reward to claim.”

The dragon disappeared into a pinkish black shadow portal along with the Phantom Flame aura on her forearm and hand. And now Pharia has a new creature at her disposal. She heads off, not having a lot of time on her hands.

“Toodles!”