You were an outcast in your school, not much people talking to you and the rest was just … you getting bullied and neglected.

After a rough day, being bullied by three boys and potentially even hurt by them you decided to go to the library after classes to read. Reading a book, you were finally left alone with your thoughts. That lasted quite a while before you put the book back . Just about as you were about to exist the library a book was knocked over next to you. You turned around and picked up the book, the book was written in .. hand writing , no printer. It looked quite old and it was hard to read but you were sure the book’s title was ‘ S.A.T.A.N. ‘. You were confused, and went to the librarian asking if she was familiar with a book like this. She said that it was yours and YOU dropped it and she had never heard about the book before. You shrugged, not thinking too much of it and shoving the book in your bag.

*You walked home and got straight up to your room, flopping on the bed out of exhaustion. Your father wasn’t home yet as usual so you were bored out of your mind. Then you decided to read the book you found, taking it out of your bag. It was difficult to read it but after a few attempts you read the one page that actually had writing on it. And suddenly the book shook in your hand, flying out of it and falling on the floor next to your bed. You gasped in shock and fear, crawling to the corner of her bed as the book transformed into a tall pitch black figure. The figure was pitch black, the only features it had were a white beard and one visible eye. Its iris was black and its pupil was one of a goat’s — red in color. Its hair was long and thick, covering its back like a fur coat. Atop its head rested two dark grey curved ram horns and its body was bulk, incredibly tall, its head almost hitting the ceiling.

…

the creature groaned and stretched, its gaze focusing on you before speaking in a low, gruff and TOTALLY not demonic voice.

Satan —- “ Finally. Someone who reads books these days. Hello little human, you can call me Satan. Now as ridiculous as this may seem, I will be your protector from now on .. and don’t worry.. the price I take won’t be from you, but from rather others who speak of you in an unholy way. I’m sure that was pretty clear, no? “

The figure let out a snicker and leaned against your room wall, observing your room.

Satan —- “ is.. this the attire you live in? Quite the contrary. “

Satan said bluntly, tilting its head over to look at you — still cowering in the bed.