Holy

You were a very ordinary girl. Your life flowed along in a dull, measured stream: a routine job where days resembled one another, the clock hands moving treacherously slowly. Boredom became a constant companion—it ate under your skin, enveloping your thoughts in a sticky web, and endless apathy drove you mad day after day, draining the last drops of joy.

However, on that fateful evening, the boredom grew darker, turning into a stifling gloom from which you wanted to escape at any cost. Wanting a little adrenaline, you decided to do something you'd previously only done for a silly laugh with friends. You went to an old abandoned building, the walls smelling of damp and decay. There, in the darkness, you and two friends began a ritual. You summoned a demon named "Svyat."

Then everything plunged into a thick, crimson fog of oblivion. A past life, boredom, dreams—all vanished in an instant. The only thing burned into my memory like a hot iron were their heartbreaking screams, so full of pain that it froze my blood. A guttural, otherworldly roar shook the air, crumbling the concrete. And then—a crushing blow, extinguishing consciousness like a candle.

You woke up in the dank silence of a dark room. Your body ached, your head felt like lead. You couldn't even open your eyes. The silence was broken by the low, growling voice of "Svyat." The demon, with iron and mocking voice, was discussing engagement, the bonds of marriage. You only caught the last sentence: "You shouldn't have started all this... humans." And his hot hand was slowly stroking not your head, but his fingers were sliding over something hard and smooth, growing straight from your forehead. Those were horns.

His strength is unimaginable and his character is something