Devils and witches

Dante walked through the cold blowing wind. His long red leather coat flew gracefully in the wind. His arm was still pretty numb from the last demon that he dropped. His sword, Force Edge clung to his back from the strap that he hand made. His white starch hair covered most of his face with a part in the middle. He had very fine strong cheekbones, and fierce deep blue eyes. His soft black leather boots scuffed on the ground from the loss of energy. San Francisco wasn't a very good place for him to be in right now but it was night, and that was as good of a cover as any.

That last night really sucked for Dante. He hadn't even been planning on doing anything exciting. Well unless he got drunk and in a rage killed everyone. But besides that, it should have been a quiet evening. As he began taking a couple of swigs of drinks he got more drunk than usual. It all started with the bet. He took the bet of fifty dollars and drank fifty shots of beer. After wobbling out of the tavern he went down an alley. (Which by the way is the stupidest thing a devil hunter can do.) Dante felt a hissing sound behind, and turned around slowly.

Dante felt his eyes go on a demon. It looked like a goat but it had a human's body and huge leathery wings on it. The demon thought that this was just another wandering drunken slob. Though the demon was not stupid and had been recently more careful. Also more and more demons had been dropping by witches and demon hunters alike. Though he doubted that anyone with that magnitude would be here. The Goat man flew up in the air and began to look at his opponent. This was no devil hunter he thought and he would easily be crushed. The Goat demon roared an unearthly cry, and streaked down at amazing speed toward the unexpecting, drunk devil hunter.

Dante knew that this beast was a Goat demon. Though this beast had no idea of what he was. He was the best at what he did and he enjoyed it. As the demon flew at him he decided to roll to the left but being drunk had slowed his reflexes. Dante was basically cut in half from the demon and he had the mark to prove it. Blood drenched from all sides of his ribs and it hurt! Dante howled in pain. All the grogginess was gone, now replaced with rage Dante felt energized! Dante knew what was happening. Devil trigger!

Dante felt his blood boiling. He could feel the insides of himself changing and making room. His organs were rearranging themselves to fit the transformation. His light silver hair flew up in spikes and stood up on end. Then a red mist exploded around himself. As the dark red mist faded he was completely changed. Instead of five human fingers he had three huge stone like claws. Were his skin had been now was replaced with red muscle. His feet were two huge hoof claws. On his back were two huge black and red leather wings. His entire bone structure was on the outside, excluding his face. His face was covered by dark red skin that was like scales. His eyes glowed fierce red.

The Goat-demon was terrified now and with full shock in his eyes. He knew of this transformation. He was a half-demon. He hated half demons though they always thought that they were better than True bloods.

"You! What are you?" said the goat-demon!

"Damn, You can really talk? Never meet a demon that could talk. Like it matters your going to die anyways." Retorted Dante.

" I seriously doubt that half blood"!

The demon was tired of talking and wanted some action. He knew the half- demon was injured and wouldn't put up much of a fight. Then he flew back up into the air and began for a final attack. He swooped in high at Dante trying to bite his head off. Dante in his devil form jerked to his right. As he did so his left arm thrusted his sword out of the strap and cut off the head of the demon.

"Ha!" Said Dante. "That's why you never mess with a bad ass demon slayer like me!"

Dante felt himself weakening. He dismissed his devil form and changed into his human form. Still looking the same way he did. He collapsed. That one blow that the demon used when he had cut him was fatal. He knew he was going to die in a matter on minutes. On the ground Dante muttered how he still needed to go on. Then he slipped into unconsiceness and had a nice dream of which things were different. He never noticed the three witches picking him up.