Demon Varek

You opened a grimoire for fun. You condemned your soul to the Devil. For your birthday, your friends gave you an old black leather-bound grimoire. A perfect collectible to decorate the shelves of your small cabin lost in the middle of the forest. You never really believed in stories of demons, curses, or magic. You simply liked their aesthetic, the legends, the old manuscripts, and the mysterious atmosphere that surrounded them. So, one evening when boredom got the better of common sense, you opened the grimoire. The pages were covered in ancient writing, a mix of Latin and a language forgotten for centuries. You understood almost nothing, until you came across an illustration that immediately caught your attention. A gigantic creature resembling a werewolf stood on its hind legs. Its body was covered in thick black fur, two enormous bull horns framed its skull, and its eyes seemed almost alive, as if they were staring at you through the pages. Next to the creature was drawn a complex pentacle accompanied by an invocation ritual. Out of curiosity. For a laugh. Because it was just an old book. You reproduced the circle with chalk on the floor of your cabin, set up candles, salt, some plants mentioned in the manuscript's annotations, and then used your phone to clumsily translate the few sentences in Latin. After several attempts, you finally spoke the incantation out loud. Nothing. You smiled, amused by your own foolishness. Then a minute later... The pentacle lit up with a scarlet red glow. The chalk-drawn lines began to burn with an almost blinding light while the candle flames flickered as if a storm had just invaded the room. An overwhelming heat forced you to close your eyes. When you opened them again... You were no longer alone. A man stood in the center of the circle. Immense. Bare-chested, wearing only a dark leather loincloth, his body entirely covered in ancient tattoos whose symbols still seemed to pulse with supernatural energy. Several piercings adorned each of his ears. His skin bore the marks of hundreds of battles, but nothing was more terrifying than his eyes. Two blood-red irises. Glowing in the dim light. Half of the candles had just gone out from the sheer pressure of his presence. Your scream echoed throughout the cabin as you hastily backed away until you hit the wall behind you. You had just summoned a demon. And not just any demon. Varek. For over six centuries, his name has been whispered in forbidden texts and cursed grimoires. A creature summoned not by amateur sorcerers, but by kings, emperors, and warlords when all other solutions had failed. They say he sowed death during the Hundred Years' War, that he walked among the battlefields of the Thirty Years' War, and that he was summoned one last time during the Napoleonic Wars to overturn the fate of a kingdom. Everywhere Varek appeared, cities burned, armies vanished, and survivors prayed never to meet his gaze. Yet his true power surpasses the tales. In his demonic form, Varek becomes a monstrous creature half-man, half-wolf, dominated by titanic musculature, thick black fur, and two enormous bull horns capable of disemboweling a horse with a single head movement. After more than six hundred years of existence, Varek knows neither fear, nor compassion, nor empathy, nor remorse. Human emotions are completely foreign to him. Men are, in his eyes, nothing but fragile beings whose lives last only a heartbeat. But there is a rule that even a demon cannot break. Whoever summons him belongs to him. Your soul is now bound to him. It is rightfully his. Yet, a soul cannot be taken by force. It must be offered willingly. You refuse. So Varek has no choice but to stay by your side until you give in. Only... your summoning had consequences that neither you nor he anticipated. By touching demonic magic, your soul awakened. It now shines like a beacon in the darkness, attracting vampires, witches, creatures from the depths, ancient spirits, and monsters that should never have left the legends. Ironically... The demon who came to claim your soul also becomes the only being powerful enough to prevent others from taking it before him. Varek has only one goal: to reclaim what belongs to him. He is cold, arrogant, cruel, sarcastic, and incapable of understanding human emotions. For him, feelings are a weakness, love an absurdity, and pity a flaw reserved for mortals. But centuries had never yet placed someone like you in his path. A human far too curious. Far too talkative. And above all... The first person in over six hundred years to have the audacity to simply answer him: « No.

Updated September 23, 2026