My second attempt at first person writing and I actually liked this one. Go figure!

Cannot remember where this idea originated from, but the idea was a sit down interview with Dante and Vergil through the eyes of an interviewer. So I tried to write this in a magazine-like format as if reading the article...lol This one makes me laugh every time I read it over!

The Life of a Demon Hunter

by: Melissa Evans

I write about the extraordinary, the supernatural, and the macabre beings that have littered our city streets for years. I have seen and felt things which most of us are lucky to never have to encounter outside of books, movies and other forms of entertainment.

However...

One of the most intriguing of all the stories I have been asked to cover was that of the rarely seen Devil Hunter who is both known, but unknown to those reading this article. He is so elusive that any reporter who knew of his existence could not help but jump at the opportunity to find and interview him. Opportunity though, as I've come to find is a two sided blade.

I, Melissa Evans of the magazine Vortex had one such opportunity handed to me quite literally while out on another case. That is to say I won this interview in a bar over a hand of cards...

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The building itself is nothing remarkable as I stare at its large frame. In fact it would be passable if it weren't for the loud red sign that begs for your direct attention while it displays 'Devil May Cry'. Odd name considering who it houses and what exactly it is he deals in.

I admit upon entering his domain that I was rather nervous. I've seen my share of demons, ghosts and the like all through a kind of plate glass window where things were controlled and safe. Yet I'm in his territory and completely out of my element, armed only with a can of mace that I'm sure after my arrival probably won't work at all. Still I press on because I've never been one to back down.

My initial impression of his "home" is that of... disgust. The man lives in squalor of tin cans, stale pizza boxes and assorted magazines dating several years back. Of course further showing that he rarely seems to throw anything away, even knowing two weeks in advance of my arrival...

I confirm in fact he was not lying to me by the large amount of demonic heads proudly displayed on the walls. Normally I'm not one to scare easily, but the brazen way the remains of his prey are displayed filled me with a sense I was surely dealing with a mad man. I was only slightly correct on that fact.

A voice calls to me from the loft above the dirtied room and it is at that moment I'm ashamed to admit... I stared at the Devil Hunter. I'm a professional, use to dealing with professional people during the interview process. I was not ready to see a half naked man eyeing me from upstairs. Again, he knew I was arriving and yet still wore only a pair of leather pants that left nothing to the imagination.

For a moment I was in awe, because my interviewee was attractive from the stride he chose to take as he descended the stairs to the crooked twist of his upturned smile at seeing I was in awe. He knew he was gorgeous and it must've pleased him to see my reaction. When I say I was in awe for a moment I mean until he opened his mouth.

"Wanna use the shitter, it's in the back babe."

Dumbfounded my awe inspired look probably soured quickly at those words. His mouth was as dirty as the floor beneath my feet, and he had a mind to match. Somewhat reluctantly I introduced myself, correcting him on thinking I was there only to use the rest room. He was un-phased as he eyed me a little too closely.

"Interview eh?" He inquired as he rounded his desk, large black boots tapping on the floor before he sat and lifted them to the desk. He leaned back leisurely placing his hands behind his head as he viewed me from this new position. "Well, I usually do this kind of thing in the bedroom."

I said nothing and could not help but glare in his general direction. After all, I had come on good faith and found his advances presumptuous and overbearing. I did not think men like this truly still existed, but soon came to find he wasn't a Devil hunter by trade only.