I've spent ten years as a devil hunter. I left my hometown and traveled everywhere a demon could cause havoc, yet still I lack the ability to fully control my powers. The night I first encountered demons I changed physically and emotionally, along with my visions of the future. Not that I get visions. I have always wanted a home where I could be accepted the way I was. To have and be apart of a family. Now I just hope to live one day without demons... So far, no good...
Ever since that night I met Dante, my life is a living hell. I haven't seen the courageous man, that I now base my life on, only heard of his daring adventures and perils. I try to be as brave and face my enemies with a laugh and strength enough to overcome them. Though I'm not as graceful as he was, I try to show a little of the same finesse.
Not a day goes by when I don't think of Dante. 'I guess we and I will be meeting again sometime.' The thought has played in my mind over and over. How? When? Where? I guess you could say I've been obsessed for the past ten years.
I learned a lot that night. Who I was, what I am, and what I am destined to become. I was led to believe that my parents were terrible people. But, that was all a terrible lie, made to make me unhappy. It was all untrue. That night Jon and Rachel told me about my origins.
My father was a demon, my mother was a human. He was, at one time, Mundus' general of an advanced demon task force made to oppress humanity. My father took up arms against the demon Mundus and his army with another demon named Sparda. Sparda took my father to earth with him and they lived amongst the humans, preserving peace and fighting any little demons who appeared.
One day my father came across a girl who was being attacked by a large demon. My father saved her. She was only fifteen but very pretty, sweet and kind. My father was injured in the battle and she cared for him. It was then he learned she was an orphan and that she had no home and barely enough to eat. He took her with him, they fell in love and a year later they married, and I was the result.
Jon and Rachel told me that my mother and father loved each other so much that when she was in any danger, my father felt it and was there to rescue her. I wanted that too. To love someone so much to be connected spiritually. Anyway... My mother and father were at home when a demon horde appeared at their door. My father drove them back but was then killed protecting my mother from a demon named Souzan. The demon injured my mother but she was able to escape. My mother went into labor and made it to a hospital, but died from complications of child birth and loss of blood. She didn't commit suicide.
I had to admit I was a little shocked by the news. I am half demon. Which explains my hair, and eyes and nail, but now my demon blood has strengthened, I now have Black streaks in my hair and fangs. My fangs aren't really noticeable until my angry or I decide to transform. My transformed state still looks human enough, but my skin turns paler, my eyes a bright amethyst, my nails longer, and my hair turns a reddish purple.
I was told, also, that none of my other foster parents knew of my real past. Jon and Rachel were hand chosen to take me on after so many foster homes returned me. They knew of my past and even knew my mother and father. I was left blissfully ignorant for the reason being, they desired me to have a normal, human childhood. Heh, yeah like that really worked...
From that moment on my life was different. My body had changed and I refused to go to school. We moved to a remote house in a little piece of country near Alabama, miles from civilization, and acres of land for me to wander. I was relieved to get away from the starting eyes and accusing whispers. Though I did miss Misty and Fishy we kept in contact through letters and phone. I was home schooled and began my "nessicary" demon slaying training.
At eighteen my teacher sent me on my first real mission, all on my own. I guess it was... a... a... complete disaster!!! But, I'm not dead... I was to go to a warehouse that had been infested with demons. Turns out it was a firework storage and the demon was of a fire variety. I had everything under control... Until my speed ability fizzed out on me. The demon let out a burst of flame and well... I let you guess the out come. Big mistake huh? Good news was the demon was exterminated. Bad news was I was bedridden for a week with third-degree burns, and was no longer able to go on missions alone until I learned why my powers cut in and out.
Most of my missions I have similar troubles. My speed lowers to a normal human, my strength gives way, my demonic energy just vanishes. I don't know why. There's no real pattern to it. I talked with all manner of beings, demon and human and some I'm not to sure about. I became used to using my smarts to get out of sticky situations. Never let your enemy know you have weakened. Don't depend on demonic power all the time and rely on the good old fashioned noodle to think of a reasonably solution.
After a while my teacher set me free, saying there was nothing more to teach me that I couldn't learn on my own. He told me that intellect was my best quality and I was going to be an incredible devil hunter. Jon and Rachel gave me a great start at my own business. They picked out a building, made the first payment, even got me power and telephone. I was totally excited. I liked to call it my "Slayer Lair." Heh, thankfully I had a better name for my business. I decided since I half devil and I was hunting devils I would call my place "By Devil's Own". Not to bad, right?
I'm a trained devil hunter now, with a name of my own. I took my mother's name as my middle name and father's name as my surname. I am Lenne Alanna Sauron.