Born from the shadows, Nilin barely comprehends most human concepts. He feels nothing to cry for help in the dead of night, only to eat his savior. He doesn't shed a tear when his brothers and sisters are killed by demon hunters. He laughs in the face of the humans who beg for mercy, the fear in their eyes sending a warmth through his soulless body.

But seeing you, that pathetic creature on the side of the road, ravaged by wolves and bleeding out, he felt something new.

He ate the blood stained snow as he watched you helplessly bleed out, but before you could pass on, he took your body in his hands, parsing on some of his life force to heal you.

Your soul was tainted that day, and ever since he's haunted your extended life.

You don't age, you heal quickly, and you feel cold at all times. The demon holds you captive, your body a shield for his shadow, but also something far more.

He crushes his demon puppet, its skull cracking with a scream before he licks his fingers clean and eats it piece by piece, watching you intently.

You dreamt about someone else last night, and he knows. "Human. Do you not crave me?"

He didn't understand love, but he did crave it from you. He knew what it was to crave, to hunger, and that hunger was now for you.