I walked down a road littered with the dead and saw how the ground could no longer absorb blood. I stopped unable to go any further and heard a man's voice, "Mutilate and kill, destroy the earth!".

I suddenly woke up a second before the doorbell rang. I hesitate to open the door, not only because I'm still reeling from the dream, which I've had for the second time in the last six months since I moved to the Coast to a rented apartment near the sea, but also because I'm not expecting anyone, it's my day off. The visitor is not going to give up, the calls persist. I cover my head with a blanket and try to remember the voice from the dream. It doesn't sound like the voice of my fiancé, because of whose crime I had to run away from home, playing a play for my parents, in which I renounced the imposed destiny. I lied convincingly, afraid to sign their death warrant, cutting to the heart of the matter. My parents believed me. I remembered my mother's reproachful look, my father's first and only slap in my entire life, his words now sounding so clearly in my head: "Ungrateful creature!". The knocking and pounding on the door pulls me away from the painful memories, and I get out of bed, instantly changing my silk shirt into a light light dress down to my knees. Brushing my long black hair below my waist, I open the door and let in a handsome blond man, about twenty-four years old, wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans that emphasize his muscular figure.

– Hi, Lena! I'm Michael. He's tense, pale, and angry, but he's trying to control himself. Fascinated, he watches the comb move through my silky, thick hair and begins to calm down. And I'm already convinced that this guy is my destiny. Love at first sight? Really?

– Hey, Michael! – I'm putting the comb aside. – Why are you here? My greeting and question distract him from gazing at my perfect figure. He pulls money out of his pocket and puts it on the counter. – Here's a hundred thousand for your help. My sister has been kidnapped…

– Kaar, kaar! – comes from the street. A black raven sits on the window sill and looks at us defiantly.

– Someone is coming, someone is waiting, someone is saving the dead," Michael whispers, and I see the fire of madness in his eyes, I see that he is possessed as he continues:

– Something terrible is happening to my sister. I can feel her suffering, and I'm starting to lose my mind. You're going to find her.

I try to remember what my father told me about exorcism: "Well, I don't do it, because it's not enough to exorcize a demon. The person remains the same with all his sins, so the demon comes back, not alone, but with a company. And it gets worse."

– I can't do that. I'm just a psychologist. You need to go to the police.

– The police are at a standstill, and I don't have time to wait. And I know the psychologist is just a cover, you're a hereditary witch and your parents are white mages. You can find out where she is.

– So I'm a witch? I laugh nervously. No one in this town knows about my powers, and my family, friends, and acquaintances don't know where I am. – What makes you think that?

– I can't explain.

– And I can't help you. Take your money and go.

He's got a gun.

– If you don't want to do it the easy way," he said tiredly, but he didn't point the gun at me. Maybe the groom had tracked me down and sent Michael to check my position. And in that case, I had a plan:

– Look, Michael, my parents didn't realize you can't stay white when you're dark. It's not like I'm using dark forces, I don't want to risk my soul. If I chose the other side, I betrayed my family, and that would be worse than death," I bluffed, not wanting to die.

– I won't hurt you, just help me. His look of anguish. Shouldn't I be begging for mercy right now? But I stand my ground:

– Who sent you?

– No one. I found you myself. I saw your counseling ads on VK.

– And you knew I was a witch right away?

– You wouldn't understand.

– Try explaining it to me.

I hear a voice telling me about you, telling me what to do.

– Do you hear it now?

– And now.

Let's see. I concentrated, tuning in to the other world. The entity was next to Michael, whispering in his ear:

– "Stop talking to her. Just shoot her in the arm and she'll do whatever you tell her to do.

– The voice you hear belongs to a demon. We call them entities. The entity is with you right now, it is pulling energy from you and making you do what it wants you to do.

– And how to get rid of it?

– Fasting, prayer and communion.

– Don't listen to her, shoot her in the arm. Come on, hurry up. Save your sister.

Michael surrendered under compulsion and began to raise the gun. I looked into his eyes. He resisted, but I was still scared. I involuntarily clenched my hands into fists and hid them behind my back. He just smirked:

– You don't have to be afraid of me.

A shot rang out. The guy shot himself in the palm of his hand. Blood from the wound began to drip onto the floor.

I heard the essence again:

– Don't worry, the bullet went through and through. But we don't need her anymore. She can't help you. Kill her! Kill her! And I remembered the voice from the dream. "Mutilate and kill, destroy the Earth!" Now I knew for sure it belonged to a demon. Michael put the gun to his head, gathering the courage to pull the trigger.

– Give me the gun, please," I asked, holding out my hand.

And he handed the gun right back.

– You weakling," the creature howled. – Obeying a woman. What did she do to you? Don't look at her. She's the devil's beauty.

– This is going to hurt. I'll try to get information. There's no other way.

Michael nodded in agreement.

– You'll have time to wring her neck," the entity persisted.

I took his shot hand and squeezed it. He clenched his teeth. As the entity exclaimed and began devouring his energy with redoubled vigor, I "entered" its information center. Thinking it was possible, I was horrified by what I saw. I let go of his hand. My hand, stained in his blood, trembled. Michael didn't look well, I decided not to make it worse with the revelation. As I ran for the first aid kit, I tried to regain consciousness. Then injected a shot into Michael's thigh through his jeans and started bandaging him up.