When she released his hand, she found a ring enclosing around her index finger, sinking to the bottom. A triangle shaped diamond glittered in the fire's bright light and when turned, small eyes blinked at every crack and cut.

Bill removed his spidery black fingers from hers as he gently laid his hand on her wrist and held her. "This," he gestured to the ring. "Is your reward for having a kind heart. It is also to contact me whenever and wherever you may need me when feeling bereft of my presence." he said quite arrogantly at the last part regarding his presence.

Genesis ignored his growing haughtiness and gasped slightly at the ring to which she spread her fingers wide to glance at the jewel more carefully. She smiled softly at the gift and then at the unsuspecting man. "Thank you so much, Bill." she whispered.

There it was again. Curse that feeling.

He smiled in spite of his discomfort with her former words. So far, his plan was working perfectly well. All he needed was the time to pass and his wishes would become a reality.

"Well, I'm afraid I must be off," he said rather urgently. "So much to do, and such little time to fulfill." He stood up and another well-decorative cane appeared in his hand. Genesis didn't know what to make of this handsome man's abilities, but there were many sorcerers in Italy that had traveled around in Venice. She was used to them.

He held out a gloved hand to the young woman. She reached out and grasped onto his hand as Bill pulled her up. He tugged her close and their faces were close. She could see his eye clearly now. It was a golden iris with strings of black and red that could've been mistaken for a golden crystal.

Bill beamed at her as he kissed her hand softly. "Remember our deal, (Y/N)." he whispered to her. Genesis looked down and fiddled with her brown dress shyly until she realized...he said her real name. She looked up quickly, but a warm gust of wind blew by and Bill was gone.

(Name) stared down at her new gift while she warmed up by the fire. It was interesting to look at how delicate the ring was, should she ever set it down somewhere. She smiled. No, she wasn't ever going to take it off. It was a gift, and a beautiful one at that so why should she?

The cottage suddenly became colder at the thought of the mysterious man and (Name) shivered slightly, curling her body into a ball near the glowing amber. The fire wasn't dying, but if she didn't feed it soon, the light wouldn't do her any good to warm her up.

Reluctantly, she got up and dug her hands into each other to create some kind of friction before she walked out into the chilling cold. The door of the cottage swung open and a bone-chilling wind rattled her teeth. (Name) ran outside quickly and grabbed a few heavy logs to toss into the abode.

(Name) grabbed the handle of the door and slammed it shut against her back. She stood for a few seconds trying to catch her breath. She could've sworn she heard a chuckle somewhere in the room, but when she whipped her head up to look around, no one was there.

(Name) kicked one of the cold logs into her fire, when she noticed a corridor of more rooms in the cottage. What was illuminated now she hadn't seen before, even when she first came in. Curiously, she made her way down the dim hallway where five rooms laid themselves before her to choose from.

(Name) wasn't afraid of the dark, or any insects, unlike the women back in the village. Death had captured her two sisters, so perhaps she was next. Who cared? She certainly didn't. No one would mourn her anyways. All she wanted was to die happy.

The peasant woman slipped into the first room on her right. Very clean and tidy room, no dust as she had expected, though. Maybe this was someone's home. It didn't matter though, she lived in it now. Temporarily.

She walked around the circular room and touched some old paintings of a man with a long lanky body and a blindfold covering his face. The blindfold was covered in teeth and the man's smile was...GIANT. (Name) had never seen a man with such a smile, even Bill stood under him with a man's widest smile. Another thing about him: his teeth were larger than normal and should he ever attempt to close his mouth, he would fail.

The next painting was of a woman whose complexion was a pink pigment. Her hair was jaw length and also of a magenta color, but her second eye was covered with the colored bangs. (Name) stared in disgust at this woman. She definitely didn't approve of her choice of hair. How did she even get that pigment? What a strange choice. Giant horns jutted out of her temples and her arms and legs flaming with white inferno.

(Name) scrunched her nose up in confusion and moved on. This painting was larger than the other two. It was also much scarier than the other two humanoid monsters. This "man" was light green and his eyes...black instead of beautiful white sclera and glowing yellow pupils that were actually hovering balls of, eight? This monster had chains around his ankles and wrists and looked like he was roaring to be released from his prison. Blood red clouds surrounded him as his claws gripped the air in desperation.

A chill ran through her. She began to realize that these creatures that appeared to be human were not human at all. They were monsters, just like Bill, extraterrestrial beings that come only to cause chaos in any dimension available. (Name) had to get out of that room, not daring to look at anymore paintings. She'd have nightmares for days.

She ran out of the room quickly, as if someone was following her. (Name) felt the eyes from the paintings behind her stared after her figure and somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard a low chuckle, nothing like Bill's. Bill had a high-pitched voice, yet this man seemed to be an exact copy of his laughter, except for the deep octave.