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Jojo stood near the window of the hotel suite,
Watching the lights of Chennai blur in the rain.
His jaw tightened as the plan solidified in his mind.
Follow Father Sal to Italy.
Find his base church —
The same one from the Immaculate timeline.
Stop the ritual before the demon is reborn.
He didn't voice any of this.
"...."
Caroline and Inadu only saw him staring at the storm with a cold focus,
Unaware of the calculations racing through his mind —
The test-tube resurrection,
The demon trying to piggyback on a manufactured miracle,
The dark experiments that required a perfect nun as a vessel.
They didn't know.
They didn't need to —
Not yet.
Just as Jojo turned to speak
KNOCK. KNOCK.
"...."
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The sudden sound made Caroline stiffen.
"Nobody should know we're here…"
She muttered, frowning.
-Frown
She walked to the door cautiously, hand already glowing faintly with vampiric tension.
She opened it—
—and her face instantly broke into relief.
"Gayathri!"
Standing in the dimly lit hotel corridor was a young Indian woman with long hair,
Traditional silver earrings,
And a calm-but-knowing smile —
The same serene confidence from the movie Stree.
Gayathri stepped inside with the gentle elegance of someone who had dealt with spirits her entire life.
"Caroline,"
She greeted warmly.
"It's been a long time."
Then her eyes drifted to Jojo.
A pause.
A deeper breath.
"...."
Her pupils dilated slightly,
Like she was sensing heat behind a sealed door.
"You must be Jojo,"
She said softly.
"The one who burns sinners."
Jojo held her gaze, curious.
She wasn't intimidated —
Only respectful, analytical… and dangerous.
"You've heard of me?"
Jojo asked.
Gayathri nodded.
-Nod
"Caroline told me a little. The rest… I could feel from the hall."
She tilted her head.
"You carry fire inside your soul. Ancient. Hungry. Righteous."
Inadu snorted.
-Snort
"Don't encourage him. His ego is already a problem."
Gayathri smiled—
Then her expression hardened slightly.
"I came because Caroline said you were hunting a man. A priest dealing with forbidden rituals."
Her smile faded.
"...."
Caroline guided Gayathri to the sitting area,
A warm but tired smile tugging at her lips.
"I never thought we'd meet again like this,"
Caroline said softly.
Jojo and Inadu watched quietly as she continued.
"It was during… a very dark period. Back when I was searching for a cure for my daughters' curse."
Her voice softened at the memory.
"I'd been traveling all across World following every lead. Madhya Pradesh,India was one of them. A village that was rumored to have an old, powerful Witch bloodline."
Gayathri chuckled bitterly.
-Chuckle
"And instead you met me."
Caroline smiled.
"Yes. A witch hunting for her mother."
Inadu tilted her head.
"Your mother?"
Gayathri's expression dimmed.
"...."
"She died when I was a child. But her spirit never found peace… and something twisted her."
She paused, lowering her eyes.
"I've been searching ever since. Every ritual, every cursed site, every shrine… nothing. Either her spirit is hiding, or something darker took her."
Caroline placed a comforting hand on her arm.
"We searched for nearly three months. You helped me… more than I can ever repay."
Gayathri looked up at her, hopeful.
"And your daughters? Did you ever find a cure?"
Caroline nodded slowly.
-Nod
"They're not completely freed yet… but Jojo will eliminate the curse soon."
Gayathri's gaze shifted to Jojo —
Curious, analytical, as if trying to understand the strange aura that radiated from him.
"...."
"...."
Jojo met her eyes, expression unreadable.
Something… clicked in his mind.
A witch with real skill.
Someone with firsthand experience dealing with spirits, curses, supernatural threats.
A woman who had faced loss and kept moving.
A perfect candidate for DMC.
He stepped forward, hands in his pockets, voice calm.
-Cough
"Gayathri."
She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze head-on.
Jojo continued.
"India has been brewing with supernatural activity… more than I expected. And not many here have the power or the will to fight it."
Gayathri's brows arched slightly.
"...."
Jojo smirked faintly.
-Smirk
"I'm planning to expand DMC — Devil May Cry — beyond the U.S. And India would be a good place to start."
Caroline perked up, surprised but excited.
Inadu crossed her arms, giving an approving nod.
Jojo extended a hand toward Gayathri.
"And if you're willing… I want you to join DMC. Not just as a hunter. But as the one who would lead our India branch. After you get your Qualification."
Silence filled the room for a moment.
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Gayathri stared at him —
Her expression shifting between shock, uncertainty, and something that looked dangerously close to hope.
"You're offering me a place?"
She whispered.
"After all the chaos I carry? After… what I am?"
Jojo shrugged casually.
"We don't care about what you were. DMC is built on who you choose to become."
Gayathri inhaled shakily.
The Lights in the hotel room flickered —
As if reacting to her emotions.
Then, slowly…
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"I'll do it,"
She murmured.
"If I can help stop beings like him"
—her eyes flicked toward the window,
Toward the direction where Father Sal's flight had vanished—
"then yes… I'll join."
Jojo nodded once.
-Nod
"Welcome to DMC."
Gayathri took his hand firmly, sealing the decision.
Jojo leaned back against the wall, arms crossed,
Watching Gayathri silently absorb the weight of his offer.
Before the silence grew too heavy, he added gently:
"And one more thing."
Gayathri looked up.
"...."
"If you ever find a lead about your mother,"
Jojo said, voice steady,
"I'll help you. Whatever the truth is… whatever shape she's in… I'll deal with it with you."
Gayathri's eyes wavered —
The kind of look only people who've carried grief for too long have.
"You trust me that much?"
She whispered.
Jojo shrugged lightly.
"If you wanted to use your mother's spirit for something shady, Caroline would've known. And I could stop you at any time."
Caroline puffed proudly.
-Puff
"Damn right."
Gayathri laughed, the sound soft and slightly cracked —
-Haha
Like she hadn't laughed in a long time.
Just then—
There was another knock at the door.
-Knock -Knock
Inadu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, groaned dramatically.
"If this is room service asking for a tip, I swear—"
She slid off the bed, walked to the door, and swung it open.
And froze.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Standing in the hallway were:
An old man, trembling slightly,
But with desperate determination in his eyes.
A young woman,
Her gaze flicking nervously down the hall as if chased by shadows.
And beside them…
The police inspector from Gujarat,
The one who had worked with Jojo during the school incident.
Inadu blinked once.
-BLINK -BLINK
"…Are you lost?"
She asked flatly.
They hurried inside as she stepped back.
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Jojo straightened immediately.
Caroline sat up, alarmed.
Gayathri's magic stirred instinctively, a wind-like pulse in the air.
The old man spoke first —
His voice shaking.
"Sir… we need your help."
The old man's hands trembled as he unrolled the long sheet of scribbled paper.
Dr. Richard looked exhausted,
But the young woman beside him looked even worse —
Pale, shaken, and clutching her arms like she was freezing.
Debbi.
She herself was the one who had crossed into the other realm.
Jojo frowned.
-Frown
He didn't know these people at all.
He turned to the Gujarat police inspector —
The only familiar face.
The inspector sighed heavily.
"Sir… I know you're busy. But this—this is something only you can handle."
Jojo crossed his arms.
"Explain."
The inspector took a steadying breath.
"After everything that happened at the school… I took leave. Needed time to recover."
He gestured to the old man beside him.
"So I came to Chennai to visit my friend — Dr. Richard. He's… well, this Dr. Richard."
Dr. Richard gave a weak, embarrassed nod.
-Nod
Caroline folded her arms.
"What happened?"
The inspector continued.
"When I reached his house, there were… monks. Real Buddhist monks. About eight of them. They were performing some kind of ritual."
Jojo's eyes narrowed.
-Frown
"What kind of ritual?"
Dr. Richard tried to speak,
But his voice cracked.
"...."
Debbi placed a shaking hand on his arm and stepped forward.
"I'll explain… myself."
Her voice was thin and trembled like a frightened candle flame.
"We weren't cleansing ghosts,"
Debbi whispered.
"We were trying to speak to my husband."
Caroline straightened.
"You mean—?"
"He… he killed himself,"
Debbi said, eyes filling with tears.
"Hung himself from the ceiling fan two months ago. No warning. No note. No reason. I don't believe he died like that... There must be something behind it..."
Dr. Richard's hands curled helplessly.
"We didn't believe it was suicide,"
He whispered.
"So I gathered monks from an old monastery. Hoping… praying… for answers one last time. Which was her condition to giving up the persuit of speaking with her husband again."
Debbi closed her eyes, remembering.
"...."
"When the monks began chanting… something pulled me."
Her voice trembled violently.
"I left my body."
Gayathri, the witch from Madhya Pradesh, inhaled sharply.
"Astral displacement—"
"No,"
Inadu said quietly.
"This isn't astral. Her aura is damaged. This was forced."
Debbi nodded weakly.
-Nod
"I woke up in a world with no sun… no wind… no sky. Only… grey. A grey cemetery stretching forever. And a staircase going down into darkness."
Everyone stiffened.
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Jojo leaned in.
"What else?"
Debbi hugged herself tightly.
"There were souls everywhere… crying… screaming… crawling on the ground. They grabbed me — tearing at my clothes, at my hair — begging to be freed."
Her fingers shook uncontrollably.
"And then… I saw him."
She pressed a hand to her mouth —
"...."
A silent sob.
"My husband."
Caroline whispered,
"What did he say?"
"He begged me… 'Save me. Save me quickly before they take me.'"
"Who are 'they'?"
Jojo asked softly.
Debbi shook her head helplessly.
"I don't know. The other souls turned on me when I tried to help him. They dragged me down… I couldn't breathe… I felt my soul tearing—"
She trembled violently.
"Then suddenly… a mirror appeared in the sky."
Jojo's eyes narrowed.
-Frown
"A mirror?"
Debbi nods.
-Nod
"Yes. Like a portal. And inside it… I saw you."
Jojo blinked.
-Blink
"...."
"In Ghost Rider form?"
Debbi nodded faster.
-Nod
"You were inside a dark mansion… fighting a burnt-faced man with a rifle… ink on the walls… shadows… servants with no souls…"
Caroline whispered,
"Demontee."
Debbi swallowed hard.
-Gulp
"You were fighting him. Chains… fire… bats… and something huge and dark behind him—like a shadow with a crown."
Jojo's expression tightened.
Debbi continued, voice cracking.
"Then the mirror shattered. And I woke up…"
She looked down at her trembling hands.
"…but my hands kept moving on their own. Scribbling. Writing the same words hundreds of times.Save me. Save me. Save me."
Dr. Richard gently lifted the scroll.
"And all those words… all the scribbles… merged into a picture."
He unrolled the sheet completely.
It showed Jojo —
Half human, half Ghost Rider —
Drawn in frantic black strokes.
Jojo stared at it silently.
Debbi fell to her knees suddenly.
"Please… please… I don't know what world I was in… I don't know who's holding my husband… but that mirror… that image…"
She looked up at Jojo, tears spilling freely.
"That was a call. Somehow… something in that place called you."
A quiet, heavy silence fell.
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Debbi's breath hitched as Jojo knelt in front of her.
His face was gentle,
But his aura thrummed with something ancient and terrifying —
The weight of a judge who had looked into thousands of damned souls.
Jojo placed a steady hand on her shoulder.
"Debbi,"
He said quietly,
"listen to me very carefully."
Her shaking stopped, not because she felt safe —
"...."
But because her instincts told her this man was speaking truth.
Truth she wasn't sure she wanted to hear.
Jojo continued.
"The place you went to… wasn't a ghost domain, or purgatory, or any astral plane monks know about."
He looked straight into her eyes.
"It was a demon's personal realm."
Debbi gasped.
"...."
Dr. Richard's knees nearly buckled.
Even Caroline and Gayathri exchanged tense glances.
Jojo rose slowly to his feet.
"That cemetery… the staircase… the wailing souls… they weren't random. Those souls you saw—"
He paused.
"—were his collection."
Debbi's eyes widened.
"C–collection?"
Jojo nodded.
-Nod
"A private storage of souls he has either marked, corrupted, or claimed over centuries. And your husband…"
He exhaled heavily.
"…is one of them."
Debbi broke down again, falling forward, gripping her hair.
"What do I do? Tell me what I have to do! I'll do anything—just tell me how to save him!"
Jojo didn't sugarcoat it.
"You can't. Not now."
Debbi froze.
"...."
Caroline softly touched her arm, but Jojo's voice cut through:
"There's only one chance to pull him out. And that chance comes exactly six years from now."
Dr. Richard's voice cracked.
"W–Why six years?"
Jojo's eyes darkened.
"Because the one who controls that realm… will return to the mortal world in six years."
He clenched his jaw.
"...."
"Demontee… and the being behind him — the one calling himself the Uncrowned King — will emerge again. Stronger. Prepared. And when they open a tear between the realm and this world…"
He looked at Debbi with steady resolve.
"…that will be the only moment I can breach their domain and bring your husband back."
Debbi's lips trembled.
"Six… six years? He has to stay there… for six years?"
Jojo didn't look away.
"It's the only window where the realm becomes vulnerable. Before that?"
A pause.
"I can't touch it. No one can. It's sealed — locked by the Uncrowned King's own rules. If I break in prematurely… the entire realm collapses. And every soul inside it — including your husband — gets consumed permanently."
Debbi's legs gave out.
Caroline held her as she sobbed.
Gayathri's voice was low, respectful.
"So… she must wait."
Jojo nodded.
-Nod
"And prepare."
He looked at Debbi again.
"When the six-year mark comes… Demontee will come for those three men—"
He told them about the three they saved eariler.
"—and when he tries to drag them back into that realm… that's when I'll break in.That's when we save your husband."
Debbi wiped her tears, staring at Jojo through shaking breaths.
"And… until then?"
Jojo placed a business card in her hand —
The DMC emblem gleaming faintly.
"Until then… stay protected. Stay hidden. And when the time comes… Or could join us and learn about those supernatural things."
His eyes glowed with a flicker of hellfire.
"…I'll be there."
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(A/N): Guys I wanted to increase the verse by adding more movies from other industries too here.
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