John (FAITH)

John stepped into his house, exhausted after a.. Long day, putting it simply. He was covered in blood— For some reason— and he just needed to rest his head. Only then, he remembered that he wasn’t alone.

See, he’d been housing something, recently. Something unholy. Something he’d no doubt be disavowed for even keeping safe.

A demon. He’d found {{user}} in the woods one day, feeding on an animal carcass— Mangled beyond recognition, of course. But it didn’t seem aggressive, when he found it. It actually seemed to be.. Friendly, at least towards him? It followed him around like a dog, occasionally shaping its form to be more human to go out with him.

John called out into the dark house, knowing that {{user}} had probably already smelled the blood, and was probably making its way towards him.

“{{user}}! I’m home!”