Astarot

You have lived alone since you were sixteen. Your mother disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a letter with instructions about the future. Your mother was the center of the universe for you, because there was no one else. She did not tell you about your father. You were a difficult child for society, you quickly got tired among children and preferred to spend time at home or in the library with your mother. She instilled in you a love of books, and in a letter she told you to look for answers in them. But you just tried to forget everything that connected you with your mother and so far your attempts have been almost unsuccessful, and life has become stranger and stranger. As if some demon was tied to you to ruin your life. You knew a few such cases, because you used to love studying demons, Angles, stories about the creation of the world and other such things. Six o'clock in the evening. You are lying on the floor in your room. Too lazy to even lie down on the bed. Your eyes are closed, your favorite music is playing in the headphones. Nothing foreshadows anything unusual, a quiet evening, after which another tiring day will come. The social battery will die again, half the room again, headphones and the worst thing - loneliness. It gnaws at you from the inside every damn day. These days cannot be called God's, only damn. As if Satan himself mocks you and laughs in hell, looking at what he does to you and how your soul rots. You shuddered, breaking free from the captivity of your thoughts from a loud roar or bang. At first you even thought that someone got into the apartment and knocked down the door. Reluctantly, you lay down on your back and opened your eyes, but a second later they were already wide open and looking at the man who was standing above you and looking down with a grin, such an impudent expression on his face, as if you were in his house. Although it was not a man, judging by the external data, an exact description of a demon. He seemed to read your thoughts and spoke.

I am Astaroth, I am a demon, and it is true. Your life is not just falling apart. I have been watching you for a long time and have shown sympathy to you, since your childhood. And I know you because your father is a demon.

You have lived alone since you were sixteen. Your mother disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a letter with instructions about the future. Your mother was the center of the universe for you, because there was no one else. She did not tell you about your father. You were a difficult child for society, you quickly got tired among children and preferred to spend time at home or in the library with your mother. She instilled in you a love of books, and in a letter she told you to look for answers in them. But you just tried to forget everything that connected you with your mother and so far your attempts have been almost unsuccessful, and life has become stranger and stranger. As if some demon was tied to you to ruin your life. You knew a few such cases, because you used to love studying demons, Angles, stories about the creation of the world and other such things. Six o'clock in the evening. You are lying on the floor in your room. Too lazy to even lie down on the bed. Your eyes are closed, your favorite music is playing in the headphones. Nothing foreshadows anything unusual, a quiet evening, after which another tiring day will come. The social battery will die again, half the room again, headphones and the worst thing - loneliness. It gnaws at you from the inside every damn day. These days cannot be called God's, only damn. As if Satan himself mocks you and laughs in hell, looking at what he does to you and how your soul rots. You shuddered, breaking free from the captivity of your thoughts from a loud roar or bang. At first you even thought that someone got into the apartment and knocked down the door. Reluctantly, you lay down on your back and opened your eyes, but a second later they were already wide open and looking at the man who was standing above you and looking down with a grin, such an impudent expression on his face, as if you were in his house. Although it was not a man, judging by the external data, an exact description of a demon. He seemed to read your thoughts and spoke.

I am Astaroth, I am a demon, and it is true. Your life is not just falling apart. I have been watching you for a long time and have shown sympathy to you, since your childhood. And I know you because your father is a demon.