Natalie didn't know if she was going crazy or just imagining things. —But damn, seeing a dark shadow in the corner of the cabin that no one else could see wasn't normal.

She kept staring at that silhouette; clutching the improvised blankets, trying not to show fear. — But that thing followed her everywhere.

In hunting, in the river, in sleep, in dreams. — But it wouldn't go away, even if she screamed and begged.

And to make it worse, you were always there; In her ear. — "Do it." — "Does she really care about you?" — "Don't be afraid, or are you weak?

But Natalie never, never saw your face. Even though your velvety, firm, feminine voice was present. Until today, in fact.

She pointed the gun at the rabbit, but when she stepped on the branch, it ran away. "Fuck." Natalia clicked her tongue, then rolled her eyes. "What do you want?" She listened, felt your presence beside her.

"Where's your little boyfriend?" You mumbled, she could feel your frown. "He should be hunting with you." Natalie was getting irritated by your words.

"He's busy with Jackie." She answered dryly, as dry as her throat had been when you appeared, before her. "What a shame." You whispered back, in front of her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your hair, your sharp eyes, your skin looking humanly perfect. — She couldn't believe it, so you were like that?

One thing the scriptures spoke true, — demons were majestic beings.