Felicia Alvarado: An introductory fanfic

"So take heed upon my warning, before the devil gets his due, I shall afflict a bloody justice of revenge before I'm through." - When the Devil Calls by Blues Sacreno



Two men sat at a table, dimly lit by the hanging light above, playing some card game as the biggest of the two spoke. "Did you hear about the gang up in Guadalara? Apparently they found them ripped apart and scattered across their warehouse. Must have been some rival gang that did it." The shorter one spoke. "I don't know man, I've been....hearing things over the past few years, especially when it comes to the gangs here in Mexico."
"Like what Juan?"

"They say that....there's this girl, the survivor of some gang attack. They say that Death follows her wherever she goes and that the souls of the damned follow her command and that her only goal is to destroy every gang in mexico."

The big one laughs hysterically "C'mon Juan, you really don't believe that bullcrap do you? It's like believing in santa claus or the tooth fairy, neither of them exist."

"I know, I know, I've just been getting paranoid what with all the gangs that have been unceremoniously just...dying. That makes the 5th one this month!"

"I'm telling ya this is just some lesser gangs with a bone to pick, we've seen em come and go over the past few years, there's no way all this carnage is because of one girl."

"I hope you're right amigo."

Suddenly screaming and gunshots could be heard from outside of the room which causes the men to quickly grab their guns from the sides of the table. "I'm gonna go check this out, you stay here and guard this room Juan." The second he steps out he becomes...absolutely riddled with bulletholes as spirits, damned skeletal spirits, rip their way from the holes as they screech and scream. Juan screams as he backs up against the wall and fires at the spirits, only serving to kill the big guy quicker as he falls to the ground and is ripped apart by the souls of the damned. As silence fell over the place, the sound of jingling boots would slowly make their way up the stairs outside of the room until before Juan stands a woman, shrouded in a black miasma and dressed in black. A glowing smile plastered upon her face. "Y-you're her! The Emissary of Death! The Smiling Demon!" He yells out as he fires his gun at her and each bullet is stopped one by one in the miasma as she steps forward and stares down at the man. "I am the Judgement on Black Wings, those who sin shall fear my name, I am La Parca and When the Devil Calls, I'll make all sinners pay their dues." The last thing Juan saw before his death were her twin revolvers firing their full salvos upon him as the souls of the damned ripped him apart.

Now that the gang had been taken care of, all that was left was to leave her calling card, she leaves a poker card on the table, a joker but rather than the jovial jester, a reaper dressed in black has been drawn over it, a bit edgy but it needed to be. She hopped out the window and landed on a soft palette of mattresses that had been left outside the warehouse and ran off, having called the cops a moment earlier. Later she stored her clothing away and put on...a bartender's outfit? She ran inside the bar minutes before her shift started as a large man approached her. "You were nearly late Felicia"

"I know I know, give me a break, I had to get something done" She said as she quickly made her away across the bar and put a practiced smile across her face.

"Alright, just be sure to give your best for the customers tonight." Her boss says as she smiles and nods.

Her name was Felicia Alvarado and she's a stand user from Mexico, a bartender by day and a gang killer by night and this is just one of the many nights in her life!