I've killed many men in my life time.
"I'll see you in the Demonic Waste Land, your freak." That's what I said as I stabbed him in the stomach. When I let go of the knife I watch his body light up and then he exploded. He disappeared in a flash.
"Good job, Kenny, good job."
"Yeah, thanks."
And that was my first kill of a Demon. Killing demon's is hard thing to do. Unlike killing a mortal, demons' fight back. But when you actually kill a demon you feel good. Well, I guess as good as you can feel when you kill evil. Like, you feel the adrenaline. The power of "you can do anything" flows through you. Energy.