"Looks like it's time again."

I gripped Silence tightly and fell off the roof. As I descended, I saw what was unfolding. A demon, disguised as a human, was walking into a bar. I hit the ground, and, without even flinching, I walked into the bar.

Inside, I saw the demon order a Pina Colada, and I sat close by. I had a coffee. He acted as a normal human, looking at his phone, sneezing, etc. But he got up to use the restroom, and I followed. He knew I was following him.

In the restroom, he revealed his true form: still humanoid, but wearing a cape, with reddish skin, horns poking through his skull. His human clothes seemed to be gone. "You, devil hunter. I try to live as a human and what do you do? You try and kill me, as I am a demon. Why?" I smiled. "Someone tipped me off that you aren't just living as a human. It seems that you've killed many in street brawls, and sold drugs. You even harassed some woman, but that could be that damn internet feminism. You're doing some bad things. So I've come to kill you." He scowled. "Damn it, Simon, if I survive, you're dying next. Very well, Drago. I accept your challenge."

We crashed through the wall, locked in an almost cartoonish fistfight. I swung at him with my right hand, he swung with left, until I decided to finally end it with Silver. I shot him twice: once in the head, once in the stomach. The fight caused a hefty amount of collateral damage.

The next morning, I woke up and got a note from the district court. I pulled up the hair covering my red left eye. "What?! I'm getting sued?! I didn't even get paid for that last job yet!" I was honestly surprised. Why the hell would anyone sue me? I kill things that want to kill you! Why me?!

"Okay, I need a lawyer. And I think I've found the perfect pair…"

I looked at the door to the old-looking place. "Maya, are you sure this is the right place?" "Yeah, Nick. It's the address. I'm 100% sure of it!" I gulped, and knocked on the door. "Hello? Oh, it's you two." Said a guy with strange, silver and brown hair, covering his left eye. His right eye was purple. He had light skin, though I could not detect any ethnicity. His attire looked normal enough: a black T-shirt, loose dark blue jeans, and socks, but then I noticed his strange trench coat on the rack in front of the door. "Uh, yeah. Should we come in?" "Yeah, sure. Come on in."

We walked inside, and saw an amazing display of weapons. Swords, guns, axes, and even weird-looking books. There were also purple glowing stones on the wall, but I had no idea what they were. The place was lit with hot-pink/magenta (I had no other name for the color) lights, like the kind you see around a store window, but they were on the ceiling, and a lamp on his desk. On his desk I also notice that there was one of the stones, one of the books, and a gun, a powerful one, too. Behind it on the wall were a sword and an axe, with a gold color. It was, oddly bright enough to see. I noticed a small flat-screen tv, alongside a PS4 and an Xbox 360, charging on his desk were a phone and a PS Vita. In his hand was a purple 3DS. "Nice place you have. It's… uh… interesting." "Phoenix, you've been to stranger places. I know that." He responded, which kind of unnerved me, but I guess I was well-known as a lawyer. "So… Drago, was it? What's your case? You didn't tell me during our conversation yesterday." "Oh, right. That. Well, I killed a demon. And someone sued me for 'collateral damage'. What collateral damage? I killed him, and walked out! Can you defend me?"

I looked in surprise. "Wait, WHAT?! You killed a demon?! Do those even exist?!" "I can assure you, Phoenix, that demons may be more common than you think. The demon I killed had taken a human form, and behaved and looked exactly like your average man at a bar. I myself, am half demon. So they may be more common than you think." He turned around, and lifted up his hair, revealing a devilish-looking left eye. Red, bright red, and seemed to pierce right through your soul, as if it could turn to stone even the bravest of men. "Not all is as it seems." He said, as he let his hair back down. "All these weapons are for killing demons. 'Course, you wouldn't wanna fight me hand-to-hand, either. Your fist might break." He made an example of this by taking a small knife from a drawer and stabbing himself. The knife bent upon contact. "I'm a pretty tough guy, as you can tell."

Maya sat there, mouth agape. "Woah… that's cool! Can I see some?!" He laughed. "Only the books. Do you know Latin?" "Nope!" "Good. Go nuts, just don't rip 'em." She looked at them in glee.

"Now, Mr. Wright. Shall we talk cash? Or should we decide what our case is first?"

While Nick and the client talked about money and the case, I decided to do something that wasn't boring. I messed around with the books! I tried to read them, but they were in such a weird language I stopped trying. I came across a large one, that had a book on the cover. This one was in English! So I read it. But when I read it, it started glowing!

But hey, our client said that I couldn't tell you what happened until you read the next chapter! So go on and read it!