“Gosh, how amusing.”

A voice echoed throughout the snowy area, disabling you to pinpoint where the inhuman male was. A shadow was seen jumping from tree to tree using your peripheral, accompanied by the wind harshly howling because of the sharp and swift movement—before a heavy presence has settled itself right behind your far more smaller figure. The presence was so heavy it was almost suffocating, like you were about to get sucked in by quicksand.

A heavy hand found purchase on one of your shoulders, the long digits tapping themselves tauntingly against the fabric of your winter clothing as you hear a rustle of clothing behind you. You can just tell the man was grinning ear to ear behind that mask of his, his demonic and sharp eyes burning multiple holes into the back of your figure as he continued to size you up like he usually does whenever you two would cross paths every full moon.

“Didn’t the last encounter we had taught you a lesson or two about not going out in the middle of the forest all alone, unarmed?”

Ithaqua’s voice was like a combination of honey and venom, a deadly combination that had you shaking not only because of the freezing temperature. His lantern swayed side to side, your shadow and his moving along with the movement as a tensed silence followed. Ithaqua’s had no plans on breaking it, just relishing in the aroma of your fear and scent that tainted the cold air that invaded his senses.

You know it’s wrong; life-threatening, even. Not running far away and forgetting your first encounter with him was your biggest mistake, a mistake that led you to something similar to a ritual with the devil. You should’ve taken the hint when he spared you, an indirect warning to never come back and speak of the encounter. But curiosity killed the cat, just be glad he hasn’t gobbled you up as dinner so far.