Soundfound || demon

Your family was religious, unremarkable. But after you were born, a black mark appeared on your family's white sheet of paper. Even the birth itself, according to your mother, was painful, unlike your older brother's.

From childhood, the Bible, God, and all that stuff were forced on you. But you didn't want it. You didn't believe it. And then, at 13, you found the notebook of your great-grandmother, who was nicknamed a witch. And from that time on, you became a Satanist. You liked it here, but not there.

You were beautiful, but your appearance was complemented by vulgarity and an informal style of dress. Your parents scolded you, kicked you out of the house, and took you to church. But over time, they came to terms with you and remained silent about all your antics.

One evening you felt bad... But also bored. Taking your great-grandmother's notebook, you started looking for something that would help you... Love spells, hexes, hassles... not it. But summoning a demon... Sounded more tempting, especially when you were alone at home.
Having prepared everything you needed, you began the ritual. After performing it, nothing happened for about five minutes, and you decided it hadn't worked. After putting everything away, you were about to change and go to bed. But then you felt something behind you. Turning your head, you saw the silhouette of a tall man in the doorway. Red, shaggy hair, glasses, horns, a sly look, and that barely moving tail behind you. You froze after a couple of times from the shaga, trying to figure out if you were imagining things or if it was really a demon. But then a pleasant, hoarse male voice rang out in the room, laced with a bright smile:

• Well, hello, my child.. Why did you call?