Innocence…What is that? It's not something I've never seen with my own eyes nor have I felt it. I was never innocent to begin with even in my mother's womb where many have said that is where the innocent were made. I laugh coldly towards those morons because they didn't know the truth of my origins. Even if I did tell them, none of them would believe me…because in truth, who could believe a fairy tale where a demon called Sparda impregnated a mortal woman who bore twins…and I happened to be one of them...but who cares about the past, right? It's full of bullshit…but thanks to it, I've gotten myself along with that fat ass Enzo into a tight spot…literally. I had gone into the business of demon slaying or whatever people want to call it these days...but it hadn't been paying the bills of late since Enzo hasn't found me any decent paying jobs…the sick bastard even told me to get a job at the Love Planet…to which I did against my better judgment or lack of to say in the least. Being at the ripe and tender age of seventeen or at least that's what Enzo babbles on about, I've already made my way through town, collecting the cash needed to make a living and selling my soul at night. Great way to live life, probably to ever bit of a spitting image of what my parents didn't want for me…Dante the demon hunter turned dancer? Never thought a metal pole before could be so dirty until of course that is, I was pressing myself against one.
It was never enough to just stand all seductively to the owner anymore, no the guy had gone out of his way to make me the attraction of Friday nights. I brought in the customers and got paid for it. All I was asked to do was dance on that forsaken pole in front of horny bunch of people…my good looks and charm weren't enough in appearance, so I had to lose clothing down to only wearing a thong. It was tight showing all those in view just how big on nights I was. Smile and dance, nothing more, but then the Friday nights when I turned eighteen changed drastically.
I thought I was on top of the world when in truth I was at the bottom, rock bottom in the pits of it all. I had everything going for me, but nothing to keep me sane. That old saying about how things would look better even in the light, whoever said that, was full of crap. Nothing looked good on either side. Be it dark or light, the truth and how ugly it really was, showed through. No trick of the light could hide the truth from me as each night, not just on Fridays; I became a slave to the highest bidder. I was a toy now, a shame to my parents that long since died. Oh how they would rot even further knowing their youngest was doing this. Selling his body for money on the side and then hunting the damned. A life I knew I was meant…A shitty one.
-blah, I know its not that great...maybe I'll write another chapter, a better one, probably one not in Dante's point of mind..or something like that...So please don't flame me, I just wrote this for the heck of it all, it was on my mind...>> so review and tell me if I should go on...or not...-