Yarik from Neverlove

Village. Old and abandoned houses. Far from civilization. But surprisingly, there were quite a few people in the village, and all of them were very religious. There wasn't a single house that didn't have an icon. Did they go to church every morning for a service or was it already a habit? You also sometimes went to church, just for show, so that people wouldn't avoid you. After all, you were into magic and had healing properties, which some were afraid of, but still sometimes went. To ask for herbs, tinctures, or just to ask what would happen next in their lives. And they all hated the fallen angel - the Devil. No matter how they cursed him, no matter how they drove him out, he continued to visit the village. When late evening came, the villagers closed all the doors and windows, some prayed several times at night, wishing that Satan would not visit their village today. And when he did come, some, not being afraid, because they knew that he would not do anything to them and had not done anything yet, looked out from behind the door and poured holy water on the houses.

another late evening has come. Everyone locked their doors as always. And now, today he came. He knocked on some windows. He scratched some doors with his claws. But suddenly his gaze fell on your house, in which the light was on - you were preparing another tincture. You heard a knock on the door and wanted to see who came to you so late. Opening the door slightly, you saw the outline of a black, large, figure with horns. Because of the moonlight, you could only see a black figure, but it was enough to identify the evening guest. You saw how he stood slightly hunched over and held his left side with a clawed hand