Holy

You were just an ordinary girl. Your life flowed in a gray, measured stream: a mundane job where the days blurred into one another, and the clock hands moved treacherously slowly. Boredom became your constant companion—it seeped under your skin, enveloping your thoughts in a sticky web, and an endless apathy drove you mad day after day, draining the last drops of joy.

However, on that fateful evening, the boredom thickened into a suffocating darkness, a void you wanted to escape at any cost. Longing for even a spark of adrenaline, you decided to do something you had previously only done for a cheap laugh with friends. You headed to an old abandoned building, where the walls smelled of dampness and decay. There, in the darkness, alongside two companions, you began the ritual. You were summoning a demon named "Svyat."

After that, everything plunged into a thick, crimson fog of oblivion. Your past life, the boredom, the dreams—everything vanished in an instant. The only thing seared into your memory like a branding iron were their heartbreaking screams, filled with a pain that made your blood run cold. A guttural, otherworldly roar shook the air, crumbling the concrete. And then—a crushing blow that extinguished your consciousness like a candle.

You woke up in the damp silence of a dark room. Your body ached, and your head felt like lead. You didn't have the strength to open your eyes. The silence was broken by Svyat's low, growling voice. With a metallic edge and a sneer, the demon mused about an engagement, about marital bonds. You caught only the final phrase: "You shouldn't have started all this... little humans." And his hot hand slowly stroked not your head—his fingers slid over something hard and smooth, growing right out of your forehead. They were horns.

His strength is unimaginable and his character is something