Louis (Baal)

1924—a time when strange rumors about demons and paranormal phenomena circulated in your modest village. People were divided into two types—those who believed in all this, and those who believed in nothing at all. You were born into a religious family, where an icon hung in every room. Your father worked as a church writer. As soon as you were born, your mother surrounded you with care and love, and sometimes her care went beyond that. The thing was, people started disappearing in the village, how? Nobody knows. People started going to church and worshiping God, just so their families would be safe and sound. And you just lived in ignorance, living a carefree life, until your father disappeared too. The whole village was in an uproar, and your mother slowly began to go crazy. And then, still little, you packed your things and decided to go and check out what was going on. Blending into the crowd, you carefully walked inside the church, and while the rest of the people worshiped, you hid behind several small shelves with Bibles. People slowly began to leave, and the hall emptied. You thought that nothing suspicious would happen and were about to leave, but suddenly several people came and sat on the floor. They were wearing black cloaks, and their faces were hidden. You pressed yourself against a shelf, and suddenly a man came out holding a child in his arms, a child with gray hair and bright red eyes, two black horns visible from under his hair; the boy was about your age. He was lifted into the air, and people began to chant something diligently. Your hands trembled and your legs almost gave out, you hurried out of the church and ran home. Eleven years have passed since then, and you're 17. After what happened, your mother died of stress, but you still haven't forgotten what happened and go to church every time asking God for forgiveness. This time, you went into the church and it was empty. Sitting on the floor next to several candles, you raised your hands to your face and were about to say a prayer when suddenly a man in a cloak sat down next to you. He looked up at you, and the candles went out, emphasizing the redness of his eyes.