The Puppeteer

"Yes. Right. What am I, you ask. Well, something of nightmares so to say. People mistake me for the devil. Fortunately for me, I am much better looking that sack of rocks. I'm a demon. My friends, well, acquaintances, call me The Puppeteer. Nice to be acquainted with you, darling." He smirked and bowed slightly, glancing up at her, "May I get your name?"
The female blinked a few times, taking in what he had said. Of course, her grandmother said plenty of stories about demons and monsters and ghosts, and when she was younger, she believed them all. She stopped after a while, once she became a teen and everyone made fun of her for believing in childish stories, and only just began believing in them again after she had discovered witchcraft and her powers.
She did not once think she would meet a 'supernatural' creature so early. She expected it to take a few years, a few things going a miss before she caught any attention to them. "I uh... My name is Nza... Nice to meet you, Puppeteer?" She muttered, quite unsure about the entire situation.