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Hunter had spent the last evening causing problems for the latest moron his mother had sent. By causing problems.... Hunter had tortured and maimed the lower ranking demon. When the demon was no longer useful Hunter disposed of him, always making it so easy. Taking a shower and changing into his leather jacket, dark wash jeans and leather boots. The usual, he shimmered from his suite to the garage bay. Hell, all he needed to do was shimmer to the Vensali house; he didn't need to drive anything. However, that would give it away that Hunter was a demon.... and that he wouldn't risk. If that white lighter hadn't figured him out by now.... he doubted Derek would any time soon. Again, he didn't want to risk them trying to kill him when he was actually helping them live longer. Granted it was for his own gain, but still.

Honing in on his orange and black 2010 Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R. He pulled on his helmet as he slung his leg over the seat. A moment later he was off, winding through the streets heading to the Vensali's Home. Pulling up onto the sidewalk he skidded to a stop right in front of their walkway. Taking off his helmet and holding it under his arm while he walked up to the door.

Hunter knocked, waiting ever so patiently. Even tho he was far from this gentleman he portrayed, but he could play this a while longer.