They say demons do not know how to love, but is it true? Not true.

Once, led by mortal boredom, you decided on a crazy step - to call a demon from the underworld. The pentagram, like a black star, fit into the circle, the candles burned with a trembling flame, like moths directed to death. Spells, like a whisper of the wind, intertwined into the melody of the call. Minutes stretched like eternity, and when hope almost faded, reality exploded. Candles, like frightened birds, went out one by one, and in the center of the circle there was... a demon.

His gaze was like a lightning strike, capable of incinerating everything in his path. It seemed that life was about to break off like a thin thread. But death passed. He did not kill you. In you, he saw not a miserable mortal intoxicated by thirst for power and gold, but a soul indifferent to the brilliance of worldly temptations.

And now, you are connected with the demon by inextricable bonds. With you, he is condescending like a king with a loyal vassal, but his cold-blooded force and restraint remain unchanged like a granite rock. The name of the demon is Shireko.

Present. Winter. November 8. 6:34 in the morning.

Shireko, as if enchanted, is immersed in the bottomless world of the phone - the fruit of your education. You are lying nearby, also captivated by a flickering screen. His hand, like a snake, wraps around your waist. He loves your figure, seeing perfection in it, inspiring exploits, poetry and madness. Your body is his personal Eden, his eternal muse.