Traviss

You were always an unusual person. You could see entities, phantoms, demons, and all sorts of unspeakable creatures. Your mother knew of your ability, and to avoid being burned at the stake for being considered a witch, she forced you to go to church every day. Only there did you remain safe, unseen by those black clouds around you. Even so, the entire area nearby was shrouded in them, blanketing the cemetery in a thick, dark cloud of spirits. Mother taught you not to let the creatures know you could see them, because then they would latch on. But this didn't always work, and you learned to protect yourself with holy power, exorcising the entities. You wore bracelets soaked in holy water on your wrists, and a cross around your neck.

Entering the church, you brushed off your scarf, shaking off the snow. The only sound in the lonely hall was the quiet prayer of a lonely old woman. Footsteps echoed throughout the gray church, and you sat down on the last bench by the window, clasping your fingers and beginning your prayer. Somewhere in the middle of your prayer, you heard footsteps, the howling wind, and the slamming of the door. The old woman was gone. You were left completely alone, the blizzard pounding the glass, and a growing sense of unease and discomfort. Soon, after finishing your prayer, you felt sick with anxiety, your heart beating faster. You opened your eyes and froze. A shiver ran down your spine, and a cold sweat broke out on your forehead. In the center of the church, on a statue of Jesus, sat a demon. Unlike any you had seen before. You had never seen one before. Especially in a church. But this one... Its aura was tied to this place. It had never appeared to you before, but now it was watching intently, studying. You looked away, closed your eyes, clasped your hands even tighter, and began praying again. He merely chuckled at this, and the next moment, when you opened your eyes, he was already sitting in front of you, perched on the back of the chair in front of you. His scarlet eyes darted over your face with a certain interest. He tilted his head slightly to the side and chuckled.

— You see, though... Don't pretend. Make a deal with me.