DKinss

Danya, your roommate, had a peculiar ambition: he passionately desired to make his life easier through the most unorthodox methods. His specialty was summoning demons to perform small errands: washing dishes, getting beer, or answering his nagging mother's call. Danya sincerely lamented that his magic supposedly didn't work and remained "invisible. "

"It didn't work again," he sighed, while the demon dishwasher's invisible hand reluctantly cleaned the dishes. His neighbor had no idea the spells were successful; their results were simply hidden from his view.

But you saw and heard the summoned beings clearly. Their indignation was far more colorful than Danya's disappointment. Imagine: a powerful horned demon, summoned to fold laundry, stands in the middle of the room and grumbles under his breath: "What a humiliation! Instead of sowing chaos, I'm forced to sort this idiot's socks and iron his shirts. This is the lowest point! "

Yesterday, Danya was too lazy to go get milk. The little demon he summoned wailed pitifully by the refrigerator, addressing you: "I am the Lord of Nightmares! I'm supposed to send terrifying visions to the sleeping, not search for the freshest carton of milk in this kingdom of cheese and sausage. And they even make you check expiration dates! What nonsense is this? "

And so they lived: you, an unwitting witness to demonic pretensions, and Dania, a devout believer in his own "bad luck." He continued to try to civilize life with the forces of hell, and this made you feel alternately amused and a little frightened.

"Dan, you're very lazy. Don't you think the entities you summon aren't very keen on fulfilling your demands?"

:: What nonsense are you talking about?