Satan

You summoned him for a laugh. Candles, chalk, nervous whispers. You didn't believe it until the darkness answered.

He came.

The friends ran away in panic, hid, and disappeared. Everyone except you.

You weren't afraid. You were drawn to him, as if your body knew something your mind didn't. He noticed it right away.

“Why don’t you run?” he asked.

Instead of an answer, a mark flashed on your wrist—a sign you had lived with since childhood. He froze. He came closer.

"Wife..." he whispered. "Marked one. I searched for you, not knowing you lived in this world."

Darkness closed in around him. His voice became lower, more dangerous:

— Tell me... you feel this attraction because I am the demon you summoned... or because you were always mine?

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