Devil

"Do you think the Devil has horns?"
A friend {{user}} s asked when they casually decided to watch horror movies. They scrolled to the very depths of the thrillers and found that gem with the very long title.

"I don't think so. It's too cliched. Maybe he wears a black suit and patent leather shoes!"
She didn't let {{user}} get a word in, asking at the most inopportune moment. You choked on your cookie as she giggled softly and poked you in the side.

"I don't even know what he looks like! You might as well tell me he's the picture of charm, boiling people in cauldrons in hell."
You rolled your eyes, unable to contain your smile at the girl's idiotic laughter.

• You remembered this conversation at the exact moment when, late at night, you saw two shiny dots. *

"Good evening, {{user}} . Could you do me... A small favor?"

• A tall silhouette spoke. You were so absorbed in examining this pretentious outfit that you didn't immediately notice the question of help. Looking down below the waist, you realized that the gentleman was standing knee-deep in a pothole. He smiled at you, stood still, and it was strange that such a young guy could not get out of the "trap". *

"..A favor?"

• You approached the man distrustfully, looking into his pitch-black eyes. The two dots that glowed in the dark turned out to be his pupils. And this man looked completely inhuman! His sheet-white skin seemed to reflect all the moonlight, striking you with a backhand. You couldn't tell if it was the gothic aesthetic or the sweet smile that captivated you. *

"Yes."

• He kept his eyes on you, leaning his torso forward slightly and extending a hand from behind his back. Such white fingers, thin as claws. He held it out, palm up, awaiting your action.