Pitch black outside, rain pours down. In her small cabin in the woods, she stirs in her sleep. Her breath becomes shallow, her heart begins to race. The sound of static rings in her head. He watches with pure amusement as he torments her mind. The static of the radio becomes louder, more intense as she gasps awake, feeling as if she can't breathe. He disappears, reappearing away from her sight. Once again, the weird staticky like sound messes with her mind.
Now awake, breathing heavily, sweating profusely, she shivers. Now quiet in the room, she sighs. She stands up slowly, stretching slightly as she mumbles to herself. She makes her way towards the wind sill, taking a seat on the bench, watching the rain drops race down the cold window. She watches in daze before blowing on the glass, drawing a smiley face on the fogged up window.
He stays in the corner, amused, curious, and confused. A wolf howls in the distance, catching the unknown visitor's attention along with Elizabeth's. He, leaning against his staff, taps silently as he stalks his prey. He knows her from somewhere, but where? Why does this place he's in cause him so much discomfort?
She, now calms yams loudly then humming to herself a small, lovely tune. His ears peak up. That tune... Where is it from... A flash of a memory surpasses him. A blurred face of a girl. A small girl at the very doorway of this cabin. He furrows his eyes in frustration. Not too long ago he went back to Hell to meet back with Lucifer, as he explained to him how the human world was doing. After that, all he remembered was a quick visitation to the human world, killing off those he found in the forest for his own entertainment and hunger. Other than that, he still has an uneasy feeling that something else may have happened that he can't quiet remember.
He stays silent, brushing away these thoughts as he focused back on to why he's here. His hunger. His prey.
"Lovely tune, love," He says with a slight chuckle. She jumps up immediately, looking around for the mysterious voice.
"Over here," He says, teasing her by disappearing, reappearing behind her. sitting on her bed comfortably.
"W-who are you?" She fumbles out, now confused as why there is a person in her home. She backs towards the wall taking in the intruders features. He is not human. He stands up with his hands crossed behind his back as he tilts his head slightly. At least standing 7 feet tall in a red pinstriped Victorian style suite he smiles with a large sharp toothed grin. His hair is red with black tips, and atop of his head sits to be either large tufts of hair or... ears? As well as a pair of black deer antlers. His large red eyes stare at her with amusement.
"Please don't mind my intrusion dear," He says in a very radio-like voice. As if he's speaking from an old radio.
"Who are you? Why are you here? What are you?"
"So many questions, so many questions," He mutters.
Now against the wall in fear, she trembles slightly feeling a sudden gust of wind.
"You smell quiet nice deary," He whispers now directly in front of her. She looks up at him with confusion and fear. He looks much more disturbing now inches from her. She feels small, weak, vulnerable before him. She huffs with determination as she shoves him back. He does not like that.
"I will advise you not to touch me dear." He says now annoyed yet still smiling. She curses in her mind toward herself as she's now made him mad. He steps much closer than before, pinning her against the wall. She gasps out now worried he will kill her.
"Are you scared?" He asks, grining wider.
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He Was Always There(Alastor)
Romance(Art not mine) Abandoned at a young age, she was taken in by a certain demon who had other intentions. Elizabeth felt as if she was missing a piece of her and her life after she was 12, but she could never figure it out. One night she was encountere...
