Denis Drake

That night the moon was shining and the silence in the room was broken only by the sounds of dripping water. You were sitting at the table, immersed in your textbooks, when suddenly a strange tension hung in the air. The shadows began to sway, and a creature appeared before me, its eyes glowing with a bright red fire.

"You summoned me," he said, his voice a clap of thunder, filled with mockery. You flinched back, your heart beating faster. All the stories about demons echoed in your head, how many times had you heard that such encounters could end in horror.

Gathering your thoughts, you grabbed the cross that you always kept in a secret drawer of your desk. "In the names of the saints, I punish you!" you said, holding the cross in front of you like a shield. However, the demon only smirked.

— "Did you accidentally forget that I can take different forms? Maybe we should try playing first?" His voice softened for a moment, but underneath it you felt a deep darkness.

You asked yourself: can this demon become not only an enemy, but also an ally?