Chapter 1 It s hard being a guy like me, it s even worse when your name happens to be Kosmos. Can you imagine how horrifying it is to sign a check with that name? Absolutely terrifying. Of course it only makes it that much better when you happen to be six foot five, two hundred and twelve pounds of Irish flesh and blood with a rampaging demon inside you that hungers for bloodshed on a daily basis. Now figure in the fact that I ve got a set of eyes that can spot out a hidden demon inside even the purest of souls, A set of pointed teeth hidden behind a massive shaggy copper beard, the words Only the universe is my home tattooed across my neck and Orion s belt tattooed over both of my wrists, oh and a cane that carries one of the world s most powerful demon slaying blades known to man hidden inside the fake stand and a gun resembling a small cannon hidden beneath my coat that could blow a hole through six inches of solid steel and holds a near infinite amount of ammo within so long as I keep a hold of the bastard long enough into a fight and you ve got a good enough picture painted to see what I look like. Now you may wonder what it is I do for a living? Let me tell you. I hunt demons for a man known as Sanibel, number four on the list of seven demon bosses that hold paradise city under their thumbs. More I importantly I am chief demon hunter on Sanibel s list with the simple job of keeping the peace in his section of the city and making sure that nobody tries to muscle their way into his turf. Shitty working hours and no health care aside I have a pretty sweet deal with the man. Kill any and all demons that make their way into his slice of the city, all the while keeping the humans under his rule safe and sound and one day he ll return my parents to me. Yeah right. But enough about poor little ole me, let s get to the good stuff shall we?
