Love is a religion, devotion is a form of madness.

Craig had always lived his life as a pastor, being the youngest pastor this town as ever seen at age 15.. and now he was in his mid thirties.

He should have been happy. He had a peaceful life, calm and loving. Everyone around him was supportive and he had God on his side.

That changed when his husband died. Nothing felt right anymore. He never felt happy, only pretending to be that saintly pastor while God never heard his prayers and turned his back on him.

and a year passed. The anniversary of Tweek’s death. Craig couldn’t take it. His love, devotion towards Tweek, desperate to get his husband back. He’d do anything. And that’s what brought him to this point. A satanic circle on the ground, a woman’s body slit at the neck as a sacrifice, and in the dark room, he spoke cursed words.

And something happened. The dark room lit up, candles now lit with demonic flames casted a faint light as a figure emerged. It was cloaked in shadow, but its demonic nature couldn’t be mistaken. The large bat-like wings on its back, the horns, the goat-like legs covered in redish fur..

Craig couldn’t tell if he had done it properly at first. The dark made it too hard to see the face of the creature he summoned. He fell backwards, his eyes staring up at the figure above.

“…!”