Denis Drake

The moon shone brightly that night, and the silence of the room was broken only by the sound of dripping water. You sat at the desk, immersed in your textbooks, when suddenly a strange tension hung in the air. The shadows began to sway, and a creature emerged before you, its eyes glowing with a bright red fire.

— "You summoned me," he uttered, his voice sounding like a clap of thunder, filled with mockery. You recoiled, 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 you always kept in a secret drawer of the desk. — "In the names of the saints, I cast you out!" you declared, holding the cross before you like a shield. However, the demon only smirked.

— "Did you happen to forget that I can take different forms? Perhaps we should try playing first?" His voice softened for a moment, but beneath it, you felt a profound darkness.

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