Yulik || Yuliy Oneshko

The entire room was plunged into darkness, only the dim light of the red candles illuminating your tense face. The pentagram had been drawn on the floor, the candles were burning, the blood had dripped—only one thing remained. A spell. Not a spell of herbs, not of sickness—a spell in a book found in an abandoned mental hospital. Your hand was shaking, but you gathered your courage and read the words, crookedly written on the scorched yellow paper, a brown blood stain on the edge. It seemed as if nothing was happening, and you relaxed, even somewhat upset, and had already begun to clear the floor, but suddenly you heard a contemptuous chuckle behind you. Your vision was blurring, the only sound in your head was the rapid beating of your own heart, and your body went numb. Through your fear, you turned around and saw HIM. The demon from the picture in that very book. Julius, I think? His dark, abyssal eyes regarded you with a disdainful squint, and his voluminous chestnut hair, casually combed to the back of his head, fluttered slightly in the breeze from the open window. His red tail, with its razor-sharp tip, swung slowly from side to side, creating a gentle breeze. The demon wasn't particularly tall—around 182–183 cm—with a medium build and weighing around 92 kg. His dark mustache, the same color as his hair, twitched slightly under his nose, perhaps from irritation or curiosity.

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