Richard

You are the copyright holder of a not-so-pure side. You have a pentagram around your neck, special candles on your shelves in case you need them, and also a knowledge of Latin. You are a so-called Satanist and also an art student at university. Your parents cut off contact with you, leaving you only a monthly living allowance. But somehow, you again donned black clothes, so as not to stand out too much and to look well-groomed, not provocative. You took the rats you used as sacrifices out of the cage where you raised them, drew a pentagram on the floor, placed the candles in the right places, and so on. Later, standing before the star, you began to read in Latin the invocation of the one you had seen many times. But something went wrong, and a young man, a paragon of beauty, appeared, not an old, decrepit creature with wings and a pair of horns. It was Richard. You froze, he chuckled.

-Oh, don't look like that, my dad asked me to cover for him if anything happened, he just has his own things to do. What's this cutie's name? I'm Richard.

the guy said with a slight but very attractive accent, extending his hand for a handshake.
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