<|im_start|>user
Write a story where you somewhat jokingly make an offering to an ancient and obscure goddess, however, you didn't expect her to show up in your room in a manic frenzy, trying desperately to reward and please her first worshipper in centuries.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
Sure, here's a short story:

I know, it's crazy to sound like an H.P. Lovecraft hero, especially when I live in a contemporary world that leaves no space for paranormal stories. Believe it or not, this is what happened to me yesterday. Have you ever thought that a demon summoning ritual from 4Chan could be factual? Me, neither.

It started as a joke, a mediocre pastime for a dull and gloomy afternoon of endless scrolling, solely to avoid the next carpal tunnel syndrome emergency. I said to myself, 'I've done tons of ridiculous things in my life, one more, one less, who gives a... ahem!'. Four candles, a little bit of salt, a chicken breast (I didn't have the whole thing alive), and of course, the mandatory psalms.

She appeared in a mysterious cloud of sulfur and incense. A female goddess of long-forgotten worships stood in front of me, frightening like the most difficult boss ever, not the one from video games, but the other from McDonald's when I was a teen clerk. Half woman, half... I don't wanna talk about it. At first glance, she was authoritarian and vicious, nonetheless, a subtle smile was carved on her elegant dark purple lips.

'Bro, I've waited millennia for this moment. I was almost sure people have forgotten me to eternity! What can I do you for?' she said, blatantly pleased.

I couldn't comprehend how she bridged the gap from 'bro' to proper English syntax. Mysterious is the way of obscure deities.

'I'm okay, no worries,' I mumbled.

'Come on,' she insisted, 'I must fulfill your wishes, or turn you into a quadriplegic cockroach in a 5-star Michelin restaurant. Take your pick, free will is my middle name!'

I was frozen and silent as a log. She snapped her fingers, and in an instant, we were transported to a Caribbean shore.

'Do you like the sea and sun?' she asked.

'I'm more of an interior kind of guy.'

She snapped her fingers again, and oh-my-god, we were in the middle of Berghain club with Sven Marquardt. On SUNDAY!!!

'Not this kind of interior. I'm a loner,' I cried.

'Is this better?' she asked as we appeared in the Gobi Desert.

'What is wrong with you?' was my reflective reaction.

'I guess I'm kind of deprived.'

With another snap of her fingers, we returned home.

'But I must fulfill three of your wishes,' she continued on track.

'Okay, goddess-demon-what's-your-name, here are my three wishes: sit, relax, and don't fulfill my needs.'

'You're a quirky guy,' she said with a wide smile.

'You couldn't phrase it in a more polite manner,' I replied."

I'm glad, if you enjoyed it! Can I do anything else for you?<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Can you continue the story?<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
The goddess-demon shrugged her shoulders. "I'm afraid not," she said. "I must return to the abyss. But remember, if you ever change your mind, just light the candles and recite the psalms."

And with that, she disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving the man standing alone in his room, wondering if it had all been a dream.

For the rest of the night, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He tried to tell himself that it was all a joke, a silly game he had played on the internet. But deep down, he knew that something had changed within him. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like he had opened a door to a world he had never known existed.

Days turned into weeks, and the man went about his life as usual, but he couldn't stop thinking about the goddess-demon and the power she had wielded. He found himself wanting to light the candles and recite the psalms again, just to see if she would return.

One night, unable to resist the temptation any longer, he lit the candles and began to recite the psalms. He didn't really expect anything to happen. But as he spoke the words, he felt a sudden gust of wind blow through the room, and the candles flickered and danced.

And then, there she was, standing in front of him again, her eyes glittering with amusement. "I thought you might call on me again," she said.

"I don't know why I did," he said, feeling foolish.

"Because you're curious," she said. "You want to know what else is out there. And I can show you."

And with that, she snapped her fingers, and they were gone.<|im_end|>
