Being a demon hunter was never so complicated, but now after having to do a job on the other side of the world, Desmon will be meeting people that could make his stay there more interesting.
Although the only thing on his mind is to be able to have...
Since ancient times, demons have appeared in the human world.
As a result, humans themselves sought to oppose them; some managed to develop spiritual techniques and abilities, while others relied on weapons to confront them.
Even so, the difference in capabilities between a human and a demon is like night and day.
No matter what they try, they will never surpass them. Still, humans are stubborn creatures who refuse to give up.
Unlike demons, who acknowledge and tremble before a superior, humans will always resist and fight back.
No matter what happens, they will rise and fight to the very end.
...
Slowly, and in pain, a young man opened his eyes.
He let out a long sigh before trying to sit up.
"When was the last time I felt this heavy getting out of bed?" He said to himself in his usual calm tone.
He did a few light stretches, wincing as pain shot through his body.
At the moment, he was lying on a cot, covered only by a small blanket over his lower half.
His body, which had suffered mortal wounds, blows, and even a stab to the stomach, was now as good as new.
Short white hair, sharp features that made it obvious he wasn't from Japan, a well-built physique without exaggerated muscles, and a relaxed attitude in a situation that would alarm anyone else; that was Desmon, demon hunter, and though he didn't like it, the son of the legendary demon hunter Dante.
"I didn't think you'd wake up. That's a surprise." Said a voice from Desmon's right.
"I'm definitely not in hell, so this must be heaven?" Desmon turned his attention to the beautiful woman seated near him.
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The woman had short brown hair, striking green eyes, and a mature face belonging to someone in her late twenties. She wore nothing but pink lingerie under a white robe, showing off her voluptuous figure and proportions that would make any woman envious.
"Thanks for the compliment." She smiled at Desmon. "But you're not in heaven, you're on Earth. And just so you know, I'm no angel. My name is Mikado Ryouko." She emphasized.
Desmon rubbed his chin.
"So I'm not dead, huh?" He pinched himself, feeling the pain. "Name's Desmon." He gave a slight bow. "Thanks for the view."
His blunt honesty was admirable.
"I like being comfortable at home." She replied casually, keeping her cool in front of the young man who appeared deep in thought.
-Home, huh. Now that I think about it, what happened?
Desmon began to recall, the last thing in his memory being stabbed by a blonde-haired girl and another with red hair.
