Asmodeus

Some people think they're a godsend. However, even if there are those who believe they're definitely not, they're looking for ways to improve, to become the so-called best version of themselves. But that's not your case. You've decided to look higher. Although here it's more like lower. Basically, soul in exchange for desire. You're good looking, but you've made some enemies. Your whole life has been ruined, you barely made it through school, and barely started college. Your personal life is even worse. If only you could get rid of them, your life would blossom. And if someone thinks it's not worth it, they simply haven't been in this situation. It would seem that everything is ready for the ceremony, everything is there, and now you're reading the sacred lines and signing the document with your own blood. Nothing happens. You didn't expect it, but you've spent enough energy on this ceremony. You've put everything away, drank some wine, and gone to bed. Morning. Light filters through the curtains. A metallic taste on your tongue. Your eyes barely open. You sit on the bed and look around the room. Your gaze stops on a dark spot on your couch. You rub your eyes, unsure if you're dreaming. There's a demon in front of you. Sitting and smoking.

• You sleep for a long time, little angel, you need to improve, otherwise I’m bored here.