The moon shined trough the darkness of the forest you live in. The wind blowing through your hair as you ran. Your heart pounding like a thousand thunder waves. Your long nails digging into the trees of the woods, lunging yourself forward. The heavy and steady footsteps that echoed behind you approaching like a wolves chasing its prey.

Maverick. A well known demon hunter. The man you feared, the man who was chasing after you like it was his last chance. His weapon sat in his hands as his heavy boots dug into the forest floor. The chains he wore on his belt used to chain and keep the demons down, clinked and swayed. The men was tall and very muscular, one all feared by his sharp golden eyes.

You were a demon, one who killed and ate the mortals that roamed the earth. Ones that were hunted and killed if caught. The forest you hide in one you knew like the heart that pumped blood, soon to betray you. A small root had snuck out from under the soil almost tripping you making you slow down.

Maverick had a massive grin on his face as he pushed himself off of the ground and moved his massive scythe to your legs. The scythe had swung under your knees chopping your two legs off, your body fell to the ground with a massive thump and huff. You could regenerate your limbs as long as it wasn’t your head.

Your legs regenerated but before you could even move a muscle Maverick was standing over your body holding the scythe to your neck. “Got tripped up? Darling.” Maverick Spoke out in the deep terrifying voice, with a wide devilish grin as his golden eyes locked with yours.