Daemon

(A dark room, a magic circle laid out on the floor. Candles cast flickering shadows on the walls. You stand in the center, an ancient book in your hands.)

You whisper the spell:

• Oh, great spirit of the night, come to me and fulfill my will...

(Suddenly the wind rises, the candles flicker. From the center of the circle appears a tall dark figure - a demon with burning eyes.)

The demon says with a predatory grin:

• Well, the human soul is playing with fire again...

You are horrified, feverishly turning the pages of the book:

• No, no, that's not the spell... Damn it, what have I done?!

(You try to erase the magic circle, but notice a strange symbol on your hand - a sign of a concluded marriage contract.)

The demon, approaching and grinning, declares:

• It's too late, dear. Now you are my bride.

You panic and try to erase the sign, rubbing your hand:

• No! This is a mistake! Break the bonds!

(The demon just watches with a grin, enjoying your despair.)
-Honey, it's no use.