Kalinka watched as Finn packed the clothes in his hotel room. She would never understand why he chose to go to earth instead of staying underground. There was nothing up there that she could find pleasure in.

"You used to be so powerful," she said. "And look at you now. You're pathetic. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Why do you wanna be human so bad, Finn? I don't understand."
"I just like them," he shrugged.
"More than you liked me?" She asked. "I always wondered if I was the one driving you away."
"Oh no, my sweet sin. You were the reason I stayed so long. If it hadn't been for you, I would have left ages ago," he said.

He walked up to her and placed his hands on her cheeks.

"We were so good together," he said. "Just one more night with you. Give me one more night before I go back and face punishment."
"Fuck you, Finn," she whispered. "Take me, you disgraceful dog."

He kissed her and backed her up to the bed. He let his demon form come out and take over. He tore both of their clothes off with his claws. Before she knew what was happening, he was inside her, fucking her like they had never been apart. She got lost in pleasure and moaned out loudly. Nothing had ever felt so good as being with him. Just as she was about to climax, everything changed. She was back on the spot on the floor, still wearing all her clothes.

"I changed up here. I got better. Even you can't tell my tricks apart from reality anymore," he said.
"What the fuck?" She growled.

She spun around, ready to burn down the entire hotel in her anger. If he loved the humans so much that he was willing to hurt her like that, she would force him to watch them go up in flames. Instead she saw the blade of a dagger swing towards her. She didn't get to react before he took her head clean off. It landed on the ground with a loud thumb, and her body crashed down next to it. Gone was the princess of fire. No power from hell would work on another demon so he had to rely on good, old fashioned murder.

"I loved you," he sighed. "I loved you so much that it hurt. You could never love me. You don't even fucking know what love it. I was never meant to be a demon. I was meant to live up here."

Tears ran down his face. He didn't even know he could cry until this very moment. That was the only thing he had never figured out since coming to earth. It took this dark moment to finally understand why humans cried.

"I fucking loved you," he whispered.

He picked up her body and head along with his bag and walked downstairs. All along the way he used his power to trick everyone he walked past. No one saw her body or the blood on him. All they saw was Finn Balor checking out of his hotel room.

He walked to his car and threw her in the trunk along with his bag. He picked up a heavy lion figurine outside of the hotel and put it in his trunk as well. He drove to a bridge and stopped. He emptied his clothes out in his trunk, and instead put Kalinka and the lion figurine in the bag. He zipped it and threw it over the bridge. He heard a loud splash when it landed in the water underneath. It would sink quickly and she would be gone for good.

If she was ever found, no one could trace it back to him. No one would ever know who she was. All they had was the recording of her lighting a man on fire and kidnapping a woman that had also been burned to death. No one knew her. No one knew where she was from. No one knew her name but him.

"Kalinka," he whispered to the wind. "Kalinka Ember, princess of fire, ending her days in water."

He sighed, got back into his car, and continued driving forward. Tomorrow was another day, another town, another arena, and another show. Finn Balor, wrestler, human, occasionally demon, friend of everyone backstage, had to perform again.

No one would ever know what had happened tonight. No one would ever know what he truly was. No one would ever know how he felt inside in that moment. Empty and lost. A demon wandering around on earth, pretending to be human, never able to truly transform into what he wanted to be. No one would ever know what he had left behind. No one would ever know how he had loved her.