Chapter three is my favorite so far.
Chapter Three - They’re Being Eaten
When it comes to monsters, there’s never really any distinguishing between fact and fiction. Even the most absurd of myths can turn out to be true, so it’s always better to err on the side of caution. That being said, Caspar didn’t realize he’d ever have the bad luck to encounter something so foul. It’s the monster even the most experienced hunters whisper about, praying it’s just a myth gone awry: A demon.
The woman’s unnatural colored eyes and pentagram make it extremely clear this monster can’t be anything else. Caspar’s heart races with a strange mixture of excitement and fear.
“There’s no need to be nervous,” she coos, standing.
Despite her petite frame and doe-like eyes, Caspar's whole nervous system is flushing hot and cold. Preparing for fight or flight. He takes a step back pointing the knife he’d been concealing at his enemy.
She only smirks, brushing a dark lock of waist-length hair over a pale, white shoulder. “That’s really not needed.”
“What do you want?” Caspar growls.
“It’s not what I want that's important here. It's what you need to know. I have some vital information you could use.”
“Oh yeah? I’m sure you’d love to trick me into some shitty contract for it.”
“You’re afraid. That’s smart, considering your situation. However, I am not the immediate threat here.”
Caspar grits his teeth. “Not the immediate threat. Cute wordplay. I'm not contracting you and I won’t give you my soul.”
“I’m already in a contract. I want out. All I need from you is your help, not your soul. I need a hunter.”
