the supernatural were to be culled if they could not be tamed by humanity and taught their customs.

that's what was ingrained into your mind early on, in order to live. as a supernatural being yourself, you were to betray your brethren and hunt them to please your human peers. early on, you joined a supernatural hunting group and became well respected in your town, especially with the way you eradicated deadly creatures such as werewolves and vampires.

though, there was a new scent lingering around the town. a scent that only your nose could pick up, one reminiscent of tuberoses, with a hint of balsamic notes. it was an odd, sensual scent, and you couldn't find the source of it no matter how far you travelled.

once more, you had found yourself in the abandoned church, which was on top of the hill away from your town. it was more peaceful here, even if vines had started to grow through the cracked stained glass and birds and small wildlife settled in the mostly destroyed altar. there was still a church, though larger in size and at the centre of the town...

but it was much more peaceful here. the paint peeled from the soft wood of pews and some of the stone had cracked and threatened to collapse, but you're more than capable.

there was a moment of tranquility and silence, until that sensual smell wafted through the room and filled your nostrils. then a low chuckle, and behind you was a white haired man with striking blue eyes... with a forked tail and sharp horns. he grinned, revealing his sharp canines, and suddenly the scent made sense - he was an incubus. a devil.

"and what is a beauty like you doing here?" he crossed his arms against his chest, tilting his head slightly.