The Hunter stood above me, blade at my throat and crimson eyes piercing. There was no soul in those eyes, no mercy. To think, a demon bested by a mere human. Sickening. Still...A void where my stomach ought be, a pit I'd not felt in eons. Cold and emotionless, eyes unmoving, he spoke.

"Are you afraid?"
...I am.

"What is it that demons fear, I wonder? Do you fear death?"
No...

"Do you fear God?"
Never...

"What, then?"
...
...I fear YOU...

"...Good."