"Precious memories..how they linger.." The old man sang as he chewed on his thread of wheat while rowing his boat through the bayou. He streamed down the dark lake, his shot gun sitting erect in his boat. He's not usually out this late, but his wife wanted some fresh fish stew and who would he have been to deny her?

"Hey, look over there." His parter exclaimed as he pointed over at the house built from trees and rocks along with glass mirrors. The man slipped on his glasses and squinted, but gasped before taking his shot gun and aiming.

"That's the damn siren! That's the siren! Kill her!" The man panicked, but gasped as the older man covered his mouth aggressively. They watched as Baley swiftly stepped out of the flames, her naked body glistening with sweat from her and Eve's intense love making.

Eve stepped out of the fire and Baley wrapped an arm around her fragile lover, pressing her lips against hers.

"Shut yo trap and use your damn sense before she eat us fa supper! Ain't that the missin red head? The one the whole town callin out fa?" He hissed. They both watched as they glided into the house, causing them to gasp at their unnatural speed.

"Nah! We gatta go back, Sam! We gatta tell the priest what we saw! She possessed the girl!"

"Come on randy, who gonna believe that? Huh?" Sam asked as he aggressively rowed the boat back to the shore.

"We gatta tell em! Mama Barre out thea goin crazy! I wouldn't feel right keepin it to myself, Sam."

"Aight aight fine! Damn it!" Sam hissed as he sucked his teeth. They both got out the boat and scurried to their pick up truck. They drove down the dark road, speeding through the muddy rural until they reached the small church. Everyone was gathered in prayer as they were every night around Eve-Marie's portrait, the smell of frankincense and burning incense stinging their noses.

"Mama barre! Father! We gatta tell y'all sum important!" Randy yelled as he ran over to them at the front of the prayer line. Mama Barre wiped her tears and looked up at Randy and Sam as they slowed their movements.

"Well get on with it! What happen?" She asked with a snarl. Randy looked at Sam and sighed before looking up at Mama Barre.

"We saw your little girl with the siren. They was naked and hugging in a bed of fire. They were doin homosexual stuff. The siren a isn't normal siren. It had the lower body of a man."

"Could it be a skin walka?" One of the young women asked as they all gathered in a circle around the two men. Sam shrugged and randy shook his head.

"I fear it's somethin more evil than that. I say we got a demon living in our bayou and taking the virgins as a sacrifice."

"You think that's why she got Eve up there?" Mama Barre asked. The priest placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded.

"That's exactly why she got little Eve up there. She'll seduce her, then take her virginity along with her soul and bring it back to the devil himself, I'll say." The priest breathed. Everyone looked up at him in fear as he nodded.

"I've met this siren before. She did the same thing to little Alana eighteen years ago. Tried to kill me saying I was the evil one. Then again, a true demon will feel threatened by the presence of a man like me. A man of God." He shouted at the end causing the church to erupt in applause and prayer.

"So then let's go! What are we waitin for?" Mama Barre asked. The priest placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and sighed.

"Not tonight. We wait. We watch em and we wait until the full moon. She'll be at her weakest." He hissed.

The priest knew she wasn't going to be weak on the next full moon. He watched as the town people left the church, plotting his plan that he's been trying to do for centuries in his head. Once the last person left he locked the doors with one swift movement of his finger, before moaning and chuckling darkly as his skin ripped open, his true form leaving the suit of flesh that he wore everyday.

He knew on the next full moon was the battle of good versus evil. The battle that shows who owned this world. The next full moon all entities will be stronger than anything else on the earth, and it would be the perfect time to finally fight the witch who kept on following him into every lifetime to defeat him.

Then again, how could she win against the devil himself?

He laughed a manic laugh as his arms flared up, the body of flames suddenly rising from the porcelain floors and surrounding him and the body of flesh he wore everyday as a facade.

"Baley thinks she can win against me? With that weak incarnate? Please. She would never win..especially against us.."

His voice was morphed as the different souls moved around his figure. He was made up of nothing but the souls that he's taken. They moved and spoke in their soft whispers and he shut his eyes as he let them speak through him.

She will get what she deserves.

She's nothing without the hellfire.

She's nothing without that virgin.

"How dare she reside in the bayou of my territory?!" He yelled with a growl deep in his chest.

Kill her. Burn her and take what's left her soul.

"What about the virgin? Eve?" He asked as he felt the souls swim through his veins that were visible through his transparent skin.

Kill her. Take what's left of her soul.

He grinned a wide, mischievous grin as the flames continued to burn around him.

"I must spill her blood on the earth and call it my own."