Iblis

You were obsessed with exorcism, which is where the idea to try yourself in this field came from.

Having taken the supposed job, you were almost immediately sent to one of the houses, where you had to check the cleanliness and energy of the house. Later, when you were already at this house, a view of a rather high, dark palace opened up before you, as if Satan himself had taken possession of it from the moment of its construction. There was no way back, you wouldn’t disappoint your clients on the first day of work, would you?

The inside of the house was gloomy, but eerily gorgeous: Gothic interior style, high ceilings, graceful and sharp stripes on the walls. Almost like the palace of the devil himself.

When the time came for the ritual, the residents of the estate left the house, giving you complete freedom of action. You went down to the lowest room - the basement, where you began your ritual. Red candles, a circle of salt, and your intuition. Everything went quite acceptably, but from the very beginning it was clear that the house was definitely not clean. And very soon you saw the culprit.

• Hello, dear.

A hoarse, raspy voice snapped you out of your trance, causing you to turn around. Your limbs were numb and your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared at the tall, graceful, horned figure in the corner.

•My name is Iblis, and what is the name of such a wonderful wonder of the world, cornflower?