But I’ll stick with it and say honesty. ’Cause even if I wasn’t completely honest with her until recent, being anything but that won’t do me any favors going forward…and I am not going to lose this.
What is one thing your storyteller misrepresented?
I seem to remember kicking more ass than she gave me credit for. Sure, my lady packs a harder punch than I do, but I’m not the type to go down in a life-or-death battle without taking three or four assholes with me, you know?
If you could have changed one of your actions – just one – what would it be, and why?
If I could be guaranteed nothing would change? After Ava left, the first time, I mean…I wouldn’t have let my other head do the thinking. Don’t much like to think about it, but there it is. ’Course, I don’t know what woulda come of it. She came back. I should’ve known she’d come back. Ava never walks off forever. If I’d waited, we might’ve been together a lot longer.
But she’d been dancing around me for so long, you know? Lots of flirting, sure, and she knew I was hers if she just…but she was scared. I should’ve seen it. I know her better than anyone, but I thought she was running from me rather than herself. Couldn’t help but take it personally. Knowing what I know now, I would’ve waited for her. She’s worth waiting for till the end of the world. What was a few more weeks? I was a moron.
Who would you want to play you in a movie-retelling of your story? Who would play your love interest?
Well, I know what my storyteller would say. Colin what’s-his-face who plays Hook in that fairy show. And Ava would be played by that girl on American Horror Story. The redhead? The one who played the sexed up housekeeper? The young one, of course. Ava might be two thousand years old, but she doesn’t look a day over twenty-five. Personally, though, we should just play ourselves. No one knows our story better than us.
Were you reluctant to have your story told?
Only that the author wouldn’t capture me in all my glory. She coulda done a better job, but considering what a task that was, I suppose I can live with it.
Your storyteller told some pretty embarrassing tales about you. Is there any secrets you’d like to share about them?
Well, it took her two versions and four years to get the story right. Mighty embarrassing for her, don’t you think? Shouldn’t have been in such a hurry the first time. We deserve nothing but perfection.
Your story is being made into a musical. What’s the name of your song?
Demons Do It Better. Take that as you will.
What first attracted you to your love interest?
If you knew Ava, you wouldn’t have to ask…but here, I’ll give it a go. Umm…Everything. She’s the strongest person I know, and I mean that every way you can take it. She doesn’t take shit, least of all from me. She didn’t need rescuing. Never has. When I first met Ava, she was saving my ass from being a holy man’s campfire. She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t bat an eye. Didn’t ask for a fucking thank you. Just went on saving the lot of us—there were a few demons there who were seconds from being thrown on the pyre, and she had no reason to get involved. The second I saw her, I knew she was special. Just took a few hundred years to figure out just how much.
What surprises you most about your love interest?
That she actually loves me. Fuck knows what I did to deserve it. But I’ll fight for it every day for the rest of forever.
At what moment did you know you were in love?
For me, it was the beginning. Right from the beginning. Every moment after that just showed me why.
Thank you so much for sitting with me today, Dante. I’m sure my readers are going to love your story.