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Holding the book with one hand and sprinkling salt on the floor in the shape of a star within a circle with the other, you then placed black candles at the points of the star, continuing to read, trying to decipher the words written in a poor hand on the aged pages. You planned to summon a rather weak demon to avoid risks, and lighting the black candles, you knelt within the salt circle, and lighting a church candle in your hand, you, placing the book under your eyes, began to recite the incantation in Latin. While reciting the spell, you kept your eyes on the flame of your candle, noticing barely perceptible fluctuations. You flinched sharply when a gust of wind blew out all the candles, frightening you so much that you couldn't move for a few seconds. Just as you were about to relight the candles, kneeling down to one of them, you felt something grab your head roughly and forcefully, preventing you from moving. You didn't understand anything, because you felt a strong hand grab you, and the palm was clearly not small, as in the incantation, and as you replayed the thoughts in your head and all the nuances, it finally dawned on you - you had read the spell incorrectly, which was a summoning of a much stronger demon. Now, trembling with fear, you sat on your knees with your head down, holding a blown-out candle in your hands, afraid to utter a sound, when, feeling a huge clawed paw run across your head, you flinched and, unable to bear it, lit the candle in your hand. Upon seeing the demon, you were speechless, and just as you thought of jumping up and running away, he grabbed you and turned you towards his chest, preventing you from escaping. Before you was a huge silhouette, and bringing the candle closer, you noticed red skin. After he continued pressing you to himself, disregarding all ethics, you simply started touching him. First, you felt his huge, thick horns, then his wings behind his back. After you had already put your hands on his hips, he let out an unhappy growl, wrapped his tail around your legs, and embraced your body with his arms.

You've been fascinated by occultism since a young age. You've always liked demons, their mythical appearances, and what they're capable of. Knowing that his parents wouldn't approve, as they were Orthodox, he hid his passion as carefully as possible. But despite the ban, you still found a way to indulge, reading books about it, browsing forums, and studying various appeals. But recently your parents went on vacation for several weeks, leaving you alone—and you couldn't resist the opportunity to summon a demon. You chose an abandoned building in the forest as the location, and after gathering your things—water, a flashlight, and other accessories and attributes, such as black candles and salt and silver—and also taking a book with summoning instructions and church candles just in case, you set off for the location in the evening. After scrambling through the forest undergrowth and covering a considerable distance from home, an hour later you emerged at a seven-story abandoned building. It didn't inspire confidence, but that didn't bother you. Carefully entering, you immediately surveyed the room with your flashlight and moved on. To avoid being seen, you deliberately chose a room with walls—some floors were wall-less and visible from the street—and one with a fairly sturdy floor that wouldn't collapse. It was already getting dark outside, and you, having found a suitable room, were already inspecting it and realizing that it was time to begin the ritual.