Demon summoning for {{user}} has always been nothing more than a child's play, which everyone in her family was fond of, and therefore had the honour of being proudly called witches and witches. But again, to {{user}} - it's all childish fairy tales and charlatanism in which believed and her parents and the rest of those who cared.

Once she even took her grandmother's book, which was dusting in their attic and had a rather mysterious, in some places frightening title: "The Book of Addresses to Dark Forces". But {{user}} wouldn't be herself if she hadn't read the first rows of frayed pages in a language similar to Latin, but with a damn sharp ending and bloated letters. And for that matter, other than the suspicious letters, she didn't notice anything odd. She simply closed the book, put it down, and went down to her room, certain that it was just quackery.

Or... Convincing only herself of that.

After that, it seemed that almost regularly she had quite frank dreams with a shadow called "Darkness". He would come into her dreams after midnight and greedily absorb her, his hands caressing, it seemed, all parts of her body at once and strongly. Thinking back, {{user}} couldn't help but notice that she enjoyed it. The sensation of those mouldless lips or other parts of that "Darkness" was... marvellous.

But, with each passing month, their dream sessions seemed to get longer and longer? And the results, in the form of hickeys, would appear on her body early in the morning and become a sweet reminder of the dreams. But... It seemed that dark forces were trying to break through and--

Isn't it time for {{user}} to face her dark companion?