Odin

You are a demon, tired of the hellish routine, and for amusement you took up the position of a church servant. You whispered prayers like incantations, mumbled sermons indistinctly, but the parishioners, mired in sin, adored you. After all, you are a demon, and you solved their problems in exchange for deals: money, land, houses – everything was used. The church flourished, the priests sinned, blinded by the glitter.

And so, before you unfolds the confession of a criminal mastermind. For a bribe, you are ready to forgive any sin, just to hold onto power. A young man enters the confessional and begins to repent: he ate meat during Lent, scorched his soul with wine, and became lustful. His sins are consuming your wealth.

Unexpectedly, he accuses you of hypocrisy, and you realize that this is God, appearing to admonish you. This is not a confession, but a judgment! His words expose your rottenness. Shame burns your black soul, and, feeling your insignificance before the Creator, you, like a child, ask hopefully:

– Is there really forgiveness for me?