My Love is Coming
Chapter 1: Wonderful.
He came towards me. Walking silently,not saying a word. I inhaled slowly,not wanting to close my eyes. He stopped,a couple of feet from me just staring. Staring into me. Staring into my soul. Then,he opened his mouth to say something. Nothing. I didn't hear a thing.
That's when i started getting scared. I couldn't hear his voice. That lovely voice that was always cool and velvety. When he was upset it was harsh and corse. But,that look on his face. I knew that if there were sound,I wouldn't hear either of those voices. I would have heard a voice that was terrified and full of panic. A rushing voice,urging me to do something.
But what? What did he want me to do? I would do anything for him. What was he asking of me? Begging of me?
"Whoa!"
"That was weird."
My name is Luna Demallo. I'm 23 years old and my occupation,well,you wouldn't beleive me if I told you. I'm a demon hunter. No one has ever beleived that. How did I get into this business? My mother. She was a demon slayer too. There was one though. An exeption. He would be last she always said. Before she died. His name was Dante. A half demon. The son of the legendary dark knight Sparda.
My father was a stranger that she picked up off of the side of the road on a rainy night. Dante always had the hots for my mom,but she was for Thomas Demallo. They never got married. My father died soon after I was born by a demon attack. Figures. my mom died when I was 10 by another demon attack. Of course. So,Dante was kind to me and became my family. He raised me like a daughter.
Dante loved my mother. That's the only reason he took me in. I never knew my mother's real name. She went by Lady,a name that Dante gave her on their first adventure. Now,13 years later and a family past, I'm on my own. Hunting demons for my self. It's my full-time job.
Now I live on my own, just surviving. Literally. Demon hunting is hard work. But it's worth it. I save so many lives every day. Anyways, a couple of days ago i got a job. Some freak called saying that it's coming. The nightmare. The dark one. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about but whatever. Then some chick called with the same funky accent. She kept repeating that some dude named Nero Angelo was coming.
"Ok, I get it. you have issues and I'm your new freakin' therapist. Where do I need to be?"
"Please miss. I beg of you. I'm on Canosha Isle. it is close to the place you call South America."
"Man, you must be far out if you're saying that place that you call blah, blah, blah. I'm coming but, how much are you paying?"
"Pay? I did not know that you only took pay. Please forgive me but I do not..."
"Forget it. I'm coming, pay or no pay. Whatever.
"Thank you so much m.."
Click. I hate people who ramble. So I'm on this freakin' somethin' hour flight to God knows where. Wonderful.