The sky was still dark as the hunters gathered. Their demonic appearances complimented their savage personalities as they gathered around a fire where they cooked their prey.
That was why they didn't sense, hear, or smell the stranger slowly striding towards them. She was tall, elegant, pale, and mesmerizing, her light green eyes almost dead as she gave a twisted smile, flicking her wrist.
A hunter squealed from the crowd, blood showering from it's body as it twisted in on itself. More screaming followed as more of them were twisted into deformed hunks of meat, organs and blood trailing across the ground, soon the grass was red with the gore that streamed from the deformed remains.
Only one remained, a young female that smelled of goblin meat. The woman of pale looks walked over to the survivor and gripped the hunter's chin with a brutality that didn't suit her slender form.
"Are... Are you... The devil?" The young hunter asked.
The woman chuckled. "No, child, I am a savior. And you are going to serve me. If you want to live, that is."
The hunter nodded in fear, and the woman smirked, snapping her fingers, and a mark burned into the hunter's throat, shaped like an eye.
"Now, you will have to serve me." The woman chuckled again. "You're going to hunt down someone for me, and bring him back to me, alive."
"Who?" The hunter asked.
The woman smiled sickly, her teeth perfectly straight and white and unsettling.
"The Boogeyman, of course."