Creatures of the night exist.

Beasts roam the earth, crawling from the cold dirt from the depths of hell where fire, death, and destruction thrive. They are Children of the Void. Where even the creators of life fear to travel, Gods from all beliefs are bound together in the strength of their fright. Unintentionally, they gave birth to the Void; the monsters of their lands and their stories brought the viciousness to life. Now, it is the cause of their trepidation. They have guarded the deep, frozen, and magically sealed door to the Void for centuries. While they trap the Mother and Father, crowds of the children thrive from the various forms of Hell, traveling to the land of Humans the Gods have created; Earth, Midgard, etc.

Humans imagine these beasts as fake, fairytales in books, cartoons, and Television shows. However, they are very much real. They devour and tear apart everyday mortals going to work and spilling blood, leaving behind unrecognizable remains. When these monsters hunt and stalk and kill innocent humans; men and women out in the world hunt, stalk, and kill the monsters. These people are called Hunters, who risk their lives daily with little to no gratitude or acknowledgment from the general public. They travel across the states and the world, living off a handful of dollars and small-town diner food, sleeping in cheap motels.

The lucky ones find a home, traveling to and from hunts to sleep in a warm bed, and have a homecooked meal and a safe roof over their heads. Unfortunately, in the hunting business, there aren't many lucky ones. Hunters live short lives, in danger daily, and always one tiny mistake from an agonizing, bloody death. These individuals know the lore of the creatures, learning and studying day in and day out. Yet, they know little of the creation and world the Gods hideaway. Times come when various gods of good or evil travel to the land, scoping out the Hunters. They tend to allow themselves to be run off, sending word to others of who to watch out for. They are searching, desperately. For what, only they know.

This story isn't focused on the Gods or their intentions, unfortunately. This story is about a Bed and Breakfast, settled deep in the backwoods of Louisiana. The owner of this Bed and Breakfast is a former Hunter, by the name of Valli Myers. This man is a former hunter, grown up in the life from the age he could walk. He knows well that this life can dishearten and be straining, the constant running, fighting, and criminal behavior. The edge of searching over your shoulder should the government, monsters, and others sneak up on them.

With himself retired from the hunting life, in the fighting sense, he provides a safe and homey place for various men and women. Valli prides himself on his home cooking, his little farmers market, and the state of his large home. The house is an old church-like home, with two floors full of bedrooms and the ground floor; the kitchen, living area, dining and bathrooms. The basement is completely stocked with weaponry, books of lore and magic, swords, guns; magical artifacts, and much more. On the outside, the house has tall pointed roofs at the sides of the structure, large windows blocked by curtains, and a generous porch with outside furniture scattered about it. The bright white coat of paint is fresh, done only two years before.

Surrounded by giant trees of the backwoods, he has a secluded place to house his chickens, pens for goats, and two friendly milking cows. Behind the house sits a large river flowing to and from the swamps carrying groups of fish, the stream heavy and loud most days. His father had built a carport a bit down the long curved driveway, allowing Hunters to park their vehicles away from the house and have shelter from the weather. Valli loves his home, as lonely as it is when he has no visitors. The man is by himself; the hunting life has taken his family victim. He makes due and pushes himself to keep going. Chants every morning that he can help others take breaks, help them heal. Provide the home these people need. It keeps him motivated, and happy.

Valli is experienced in Hunting, as he should be. Growing up surrounded by Hunters and monsters, he had learned to shoot a gun at a very young age (five years old) and knew the monsters under his bed were real. The first kill he made was a newly turned vampire, who attempted to eat Valli's mother while she was injured. The seven-year-old little boy (at the time) had grabbed her fallen machete, climbed onto a box, and swung with all his little might at the vampire's head. The sound of the head dropping and rolling onto the floor haunted his nightmares for weeks, the blood that sprayed onto his face and tiny hands felt stained on his skin forever. Yet, he pushed through the fear of killing. His parents praised him; his mother hugged him directly after the kill, thanking him for taking action and reassuring him the monster would have killed them.

However, he also knows not all Monsters are Monsters. There are good and evil creatures, just like Humans. Some try their hardest to be normal, using animals to eat and survive or just hiding away from mortals altogether. Valli has witch and warlock friends, werewolf contacts, and other less-than-human associates. They assist with information matters, informing him of problems near them and what kind of monsters could be doing a certain action. While he is cautious, he wants to trust and learn in every way he can.

At times, he misses hunting. Being able to travel and see the country, being on the road. Yet he knows he can't stray too far from his home anymore, not with what happened. The farthest he can make a trip is into town, ten miles away, for groceries. Even then, he takes someone with him and if he can't have company, he merely orders what he needs to be delivered. Valli isn't fearful, he can defend himself just fine. But he is overly cautious in his state. It doesn't bother him anymore; he can handle his market, the tiny farm he has built, and his home. It took time to relearn, however, he is happy with his progress and how far he has come since the last hunt he was on six years ago.

The backwoods of Louisiana are his home and freedom, free from troubles and monsters and (most of the time) gore. He sleeps easy, happy, and content. He isn't aware of the cluster of God's searching, blissfully ignorant of the pairs of eyes watching over him in curious wonder.

No, this story isn't about the Gods, the Creation of Monsters, neither of the Parents of the Void.

This is the story of Valli Myers, and how his life may just change with a new visitor in need of a break, a good meal, and a little domestic work.