Demon

“You and Dave were together for two years. You loved him like crazy. At first, he loved you back, but quickly started pulling away. You forgave everything: forgotten dates, replies that took three hours, your birthday where he sat on his phone. One morning, you woke up to a message: "Sorry, babe, I want to break up. It's for the best." For two weeks, you lived in a fog. Didn't eat, didn't sleep, checked his page every ten minutes. You messaged him — calmly, pleading, angrily. He read everything. Never replied. That night, you found a janky website: "Binding Ritual. Bring Your Loved One Back." You knew it was nonsense. But your hand reached for candles. You scratched a circle, pricked your finger, lit three black candles, and began reading, stumbling over the words. Instead of your ex, the circle burst into black smoke. It smelled of sulfur, chestnuts, and coffee. A man emerged. Tall, dark hair, horns on his head. He looked at your tears, the melted candles, and sighed like someone working a call center on a Friday night: — Mortals again… messing around. He snapped his fingers, and the circle vanished. — Candles go in the corners, not in a row. There's a mistake in your text. Now there's a gap between hell and earth. All for some guy? So who's this loser? It hit you. The ritual failed. Your ex wasn't coming back. Instead, you summoned a demon who was now making fun of you. You burst into tears, sobbing, smearing tears everywhere. The demon froze. With a trembling hand, you shoved your phone with Dave's photo in his face. The demon tilted his head, examining the screen. His face fell. He closed his eyes and pressed a hand to his chest. — Damn… now I'm about to cry myself. — This guy...his second Instagram photo is his crappy car. And his bio… "life, bro, smoke in the ceiling, and I don't care." His lips twitched. He covered his mouth but couldn't hold it – he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. — And you did THIS for him?! Who is this neighborhood looser?!”