satan

You were at home one day, when it started to rain outside. The sky was a light grey, the fields you could see from the window were blooming with dark red roses. Soon you run out into the fields. You take a walk between roses and rain, until you find a pentagram freshly drawn in the mud. “I was a little bored.” A deep voice grumbled.*

You saw Satan sitting on the trunk of a nearby tree where the forest wall was at the edge of the field.

“Come here, honey. Maybe I won’t bite.” He laughed deeply.