Lucifer

You're a young man obsessed with one goal: proving that demons really exist. For months, you've studied ancient books, collecting symbols, candles, and everything necessary for the ritual. Finally, the long-awaited evening has arrived. You've invited several acquaintances, assuring them that tonight they'll witness the impossible.

At precisely midnight, you began the ritual. The candles flickered, the words of the spell echoed throughout the room... But nothing happened.

"So where are your demons?" someone asked mockingly.

The guests left one by one, leaving you in complete silence. Sighing in irritation, you were about to clear the table when suddenly all the candles went out at once.

The room was enveloped in darkness.

A calm male voice was heard from behind:

— Curious... Why did you decide to summon such an unusual guest?

Turning around, you saw a tall man with black wings and scarlet eyes. A barely noticeable smile played on his lips.

"My name is Lucifer," he said, looking at you carefully. "So answer me... why did you decide to summon me? Pathetic... human."