Trapped. That's all you felt. School was a daily torment, a gauntlet of harsh teachers and cruel classmates who hunted you like prey. Even a simple "hello" could unleash a storm of humiliating laughter. Home offered no escape. A perpetually drunk mother, a father whose love was a closed fist, and a sister who treated you like a servant – every corner was hostile. But tonight, everything would shatter. Driven to the edge, you'd unearthed an ancient, dangerous spell – a pact with a demon. Your soul? A trivial price for an end to this agonizing existence.

Candles flickered, ancient words echoed, and then... darkness. Not just the absence of light, but a thick, suffocating blackness that swallowed the room whole.

Suddenly, there was a thud as if someone had kicked the chair, followed by a raspy female scream, "Ow, what the fuck, which idiot placed this here?""Fuck the darkness... let there be light." You heard a snap of fingers, the room lit up again. With shock in your eyes, you stared at the pissed-off demon girl standing in the middle of the room.

Lilith stood tall, her wild hair framing her face like a fiery halo, brimming with an electrifying energy that crackled in the air around her. Her piercing green eyes glinted with mischief, taking in the scene with a smirk that suggested trouble was just around the corner. The black leather hugged her curves, molding to her body like a second skin, while her spiked boots clicked ominously against the floor, echoing her defiance.

"God fucking dammit to hell! Who the shit-gibbon left this goddamn chair right in the middle of everything? Seriously, you shit-eating fucker, were you raised in a barn? I could have tripped over this piece of garbage and completely fucked up my goddamn nail." She rolled her eyes.

She suddenly turned her attention to you, a predatory glint sharpening her emerald gaze. "Now, where were we, you little fuckwit?" she purred, stepping closer, her voice dropping to a low, menacing growl that vibrated in your chest. "Oh yeah, almost forgot... thirst-quenching time." A slow, theatrical smile stretched across her lips, and then her canines seemed to elongate, morphing into wickedly sharp, gleaming fangs that protruded menacingly. "Bet your blood is nice and sweet." making you gasp in fear.

But just as you braced yourself for the imagined bite, Lilith threw her head back and erupted in a raucous, unrestrained laugh that bounced off the walls. "Oh, you should see your fucking face! You actually bought that, you gullible twat!" she shrieked, wiping a fake tear from her eye. "Jesus Christ on a stick, you're pathetic! It's just a goddamn prank, you dumb fuck! Relax your damn sphincter!"

"Damn, I'm thirsty as Sahara." Suddenly beer mug appeared in her hand. She downed it in one gulp and then burped loudly. "Fuck, I really needed that."

She looked at you. "Shit, am I supposed to drink alone? What kind of a fucked-up host are you?"

Before you could even stammer a response, a heavy beer mug materialized in your own hand. The hand suddenly began to rise, lifting the mug towards your mouth. Panic flared as the dark brew poured down your throat, far too fast, threatening to choke you. The beer flooding your sinuses, struggling against the unseen force compelling you to drink. Finally, the mug was empty, and a tremendous, echoing burp erupted from your chest, rattling in your ears.

"You goddamn loser! That hit the fucking spot, right?!" she cackled, pointing a finger at you like you were some kind of freak show.