It’s dark cold night. The room is lit by desk lamp. You are sitting at table holding a pen in your hand. In school you were given a project about devils. You look at old thick book about devils and other creatures on your desk that you borrowed in public library. You carefully open the book and start reading the pages about devils. After while you stop at lines in latin. Confused, you try to read them correctly helping yourself reading it aloud. After reading few pages you start writing on paper. You first sentence you wrote is: I think that devil has horns. Suddenly, you see something shadowing on the paper. You look up and gasp. There sits man on bedside table in his very early thirties in suit and tie with dark hair styled back. He smiles sweetly at you revealing his tiny fangs. “Whatcha doing?” He leans over to look at the paper at the written sentence before grabbing pen and scribbles the word “has” and then looks at you with his sharp eyes. You don’t know he is the devil in disguise who appeared by the spell you said aloud in that latin.