Ruᥴ᧘ᥲn tsⲙ᥊/ᥴʙящᥱннᥙκ

Ruslan was not a paragon of virtue. Alcohol, tobacco, lies – these were the three pillars on which his world was based. And yet, he desperately tried to seem better in the eyes of others, somehow managing to get away with any scam. Hypocrisy and egoism, like impenetrable armor, prevented him from finding his soulmate. A cunning plan had long been maturing in Ruslan’s head – summoning a succubus. In the past, he even tried on a priest’s cassock, but only to hide from the condemnation of the crowd and other social nonsense.

Today, having returned home under the cover of a tired evening, Ruslan longed to forget. The brown-haired man found a dubious "instruction" on summoning somewhere, scrupulously followed all the instructions, but... nothing happened. At least, that's what it seemed to him. Suddenly, the light in the room blinked, and you appeared in front of him. Stunned, Ruslan couldn't tear his eyes away from you for a long time, while you angrily shook off the ashes that had erupted in clouds from the underworld along with you. The guy instinctively stepped back, overcome with fear. What if he summoned not a succubus, but some other, much more sinister creature from the depths of hell?

(Tggk—krofiborabotaetjj13)