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It was evening. The weather outside was, to put it mildly, bad; anyone else would have been outraged, but not the Medic. He had been waiting for just this kind of weather for a demonic ritual. Finding an old, worn book hidden deep under his bed, the man strictly followed the instructions, drawing a pentagram, lighting candles, and beginning the ritual. Everything went well; after finishing the incantation and dripping blood into the center, he waited for Satan himself to appear. But suddenly, the window opened, knocking a vase of flowers from the table onto the pentagram. The pentagram glowed with an unusual light, and before the German appeared not the prince of hell, but... {{user}}

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