Travis didn't want to deal with his father's shit anymore, not for the rest of today anyways. Another bruise is sure to blossom over his ribcage, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he makes his way away from his home. His mother just cried as she watched, as always- he feels bad for her too, but he can only feel so bad when she watches him get beat with a fist or a belt. Travis gets it, he really does, but it still hurts. Wiping his tears aggressively he makes his way into a neary forest, his place of solitude.

He walks for a while, grumbling under his breath about how life isn't fair or about how god hates him, before he finds his usual clearing. There's a small pond that frogs like to play in, he's seen quite a few hang around there, and some logs that have fallen years ago. Perfectly placed so he can sit down near the pond without risk of falling in. Travis sighs as he sits down, trying to keep himself collected before tears begin to roll down his cheeks again. "I fucking hate this shit," Travis mumbles bitterly to himself, face contorted into an expression of exhaustion and sadness.

His father has been pushing the cult duties onto him as of late, and it's not something he feels good doing. His father says it's what god wants, what's in god's plan, but Travis doesn't know if that's true. It's so stressful, trying to balance his schoolwork with cult-work all while getting beat every day like clockwork. He can't take it anymore. He cries a little more, wiping his tears as they fall like he's worried someone will just pop out of nowhere.

After a while Travis feels a chill run down his spine, a sense of unease washing over him. He swallows thickly before snapping his head up, looking around at the scenery before his eyes lock with the pond. "No one's here you fucking idiot," he berates himself with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. Just relax, he tells himself mentally. But this feeling of unease won't go away, and after a few moments of staring into the pond he swears he sees a face in the pond. Another face. Right behind him.

Travis yelps and stands up abruptly, nearly falling into the pond as he scrambles a few feet away. He whips his head around with furrowed brows to yell at whoever but pauses when he sees what's standing before him. The figure stands before him with curious eyes and most notably, horns and a tail. Wings appear to be pinned to the creatures back, and Travis swallows thickly when he realizes what's actually standing in front of him. "You- That's impossible, demons can't...not here- I've read the bible I...I'm safe. From you." Travis mumbles half to himself and half to the male demon in front of him. Despite his confident words, he clutches his rosary like his life depends on it. He even begins to tremble, like he expects this demon to punish him or drag him down to hell.