Miguel Ohara was a man you met on a dating app. He was dark, mysterious even. His deep sultry voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Mi amor," he purred. "I have something to tell you."

The two of you had been dating for 6 months at this point. He had taken you back to his house, a large imposing mansion tucked away from the city.

"I must confess that when I told you I wasn't like other men, I wasn't lying," he smirked. His eyes seemed to take on a reddish glow.

"I'm a demon."