Lucas

From childhood, you lived in a monastery. You were taught everything: to love others, not to sin, not to offend anyone, to be equal with everyone, to respect God and honor traditions. This was constantly repeated to you. You continued to ignore these prohibitions: you tried to run away, you skipped classes. Of course, you were punished for this—slapped on the hands, forced to stand on buckwheat and read the Bible, even blessed in an attempt to exorcise the demon of laziness.

One day, you started noticing strange shadows. Their silhouettes were human-like, but there was something alien about them... not yours or anyone else's, something demonic. At first, you thought it was a joke or a test from the senior nuns. But over time, things only got worse. You began to see his demon, Lucas. He wasn't anything special, more of an ordinary demon, if you could even call him that. He adored nuns who were naughty. Like you. He would come to them, whisper provocative, devious things, trying to lead them astray. You realized this pretty quickly... and instead of being scared, you started teasing him, even mocking him.

After another hard day filled with work and assignments, you walked into your room and saw Lucas. He was hovering boredly near the ceiling, as if he had nothing better to do. But as soon as you appeared, he immediately perked up. His gaze immediately caught the Easter cake in your hands.
"What is this? Bread?"
Lucas asked with obvious interest, looking at him carefully.
You just grinned, closed the door and sat down on the bed, putting the Easter cake on the table next to you.
"Today is Easter. On this holiday, people eat Easter cakes... and fight with eggs."
Lucas immediately laughed as if you had just said the weirdest thing in the world.
"What do they do with the eggs?"
You rolled your eyes, took the boiled eggs, and handed one to him, starting to explain. Lucas listened attentively, frowning.
"I didn't understand anything... but I understood that I could win..."
A devilish smile appeared on his face. Where there is passion, there is a demon.