After you picked up the demon on the Night of the Dead, it tormented you for the next three nights, sending horrible images into your head or throwing down crosses in the temple you lived in.

And when your strength was running out and you stopped understanding where reality was and where nightmares were, he himself appeared in human form

Slowly squatting down to your circle drawn with your own blood, which served as protection, he ran his fingers along the edges and licked your blood, and then touched your face through the circle soothingly

Aim: You're tired, I know, my girl.