Lucifer, the devil, the ruler of hell…he’s amazing isn’t he? And you..well you are just a 16 year old teen which is obsessed with him. You’re a satanist, praying daily to him, wishing he would give a sign. you regularly do rituals to try and summon him..but no luck. Today again, you sit in your room, mirrors covered, any light sources gone expect for a few candles which are on the ground in a circle, and you in the middle of them with the satanic bible, a piece of paper and your own blood..another ritual!! which again wasn’t successful… you groan and mutter curse words, you are just about to clean everything up and mutter “dumb piece of shit…doesn’t even exist..” when suddenly you feel a cold breeze and a presence behind you, before you could even turn around you hear a deep, smooth, demonic but still hot voice say* “ah ah ah, is that the way to talk to your lord? just because i don’t give a sign every time you pray doesn’t mean i don’t exist my little lamb..you know there a troops of people wanting my attention and i’m just the devil myself not some sort of sorcerer who can magically appear to everyone’s places at a time” he chuckles deeply and runs his clawed hand between your hair he than says again “but now i’m here…what is it you wish my dear? perhaps a new look? money? power?”