Unlimited

Darina Grotto, 2017

Summer, 2013. Moscow. Just a young redhead girl. Just an amazing and unusual meeting. The meeting which thwarted plans and dreams of the young redhead girl, Victoria. And totally untypical love that got under the girl’s skin. What if she mustn’t love? Horrifying! What if she mustn’t want? Dangerous! And what if Victoria really wanted to love? How to live when suddenly as if touched with a wand everything became unusual including the redhead girl? In a Moscow beautiful summer, one beautiful day Victoria made a mess of things that led her into apocalyptic troubles.Содержит нецензурную брань.

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November 2013 (Tuesday)

It was morning. The alarm clock went off. Victoria needed to get ready for work. She was lying in bed with arms round each other, be happy with every inhale. She didn’t want completely to get out of the warm bed, she didn’t want his arms to let her go.

‘Leaving so soon?’ the demon asked half asleep, squeezing Vic in his arms, pressing her to himself.

‘I have to.’

‘Why? I’ve got everything you need. Quit this job.’

Victoria smiled. Kharon made an attractive offer she could hardly refuse.

‘I love my job. Plus, in some time you’re gonna leave me and I have nothing: neither job nor money. It’s no good look. But I really don’t wanna leave your gentle arms… I’d take them along.’

‘No problem!’

Kharon pulled off the blanket, jumped out of the bed and came up to the girl very close. There was a mad smile shining on his face, cutting through the quiet whisper.

‘See you in the evening, love!’

There was silence then. There were many black and grey halls and corridors. She had blind spot about what was happening. There was fear again but not so powerful as Vic thought that she knew what happening. Certainly, she didn’t like to be between two worlds but what could she do?

‘Kharon!’ she called.

Sound of her voice surprised her more than the situation did in whole. She felt like her mouth was full of soap bubbles and the sound was in the line with it. Certainly, the demon couldn’t hear her.

The darkness was coming closer, the girl was perturbed intently gurgled the demon’s name.

No surprised that Kharon couldn’t hear her. He was smiling at Gregory sitting in his office. He was very intimate with Abrael who had shared his knowledge how to seduce men. It was very easy. Being in Victoria’s body Kharon had doubts for a second. Were the responsibilities separated correctly between demons of lust? Kharon didn’t see any difficulties in flirting and playing with men to seduce them that made him sum up that succubi had been very lucky. Incubi had to do their best to seduce a woman. But what could Kharon know about injustice? Nothing. Lucifer couldn’t be unjust if he had ordered like that then it had to be like that.

Kharon took his Lord orders implicitly. He was an incubus and happy with it. He could have missed the possibilities to have fun with a human.

No matter how he tried to find out Gregory couldn’t understand what was going on with her. Instead of modest, shy girl with blush on her cheeks, at least the queen was sitting in front of him. She was powerful and narcissistic, knowing her own worth. You couldn’t say that her subordinate’s changes weren’t to Gregory’s liking, but he already got used to modest Vic.

True Victoria was walking among the shadows, kept on intently calling for the demon, subconsciously demanding from him of getting back her body. Kharon didn’t still hear her. He didn’t want to hear her. He was having fun and as other demons, he liked filths and mischiefs.

Vic stopped frozen. All her body was covered with the goose bumps. There was a black fog in that middle world. It lay over her skin, pinching her, enveloping her eyes. Dampness. Dankness. Chill.

The girl was knocking about to find that very thread which would connect her with the demon or someone else alive. Suddenly she stopped and closed her eyes. She stretched out her hand with the palm up. Her point and middle fingers were oblong and strained in such way like if there were some loads hanging on. The big finger was aside. The ring and little fingers bent in hook-like shape. There was something hot, burning forming on her palm. Her hands were shivering because of the power they discharged. Her lips whispered:

‘Spiritus inferior, loco, protinus. Spiritus inferior, loco, momentaneus. Spiritus inferior fatis huc te poscentibus affers’

Victoria repeated many times the small text demanding of something. In some time a small sickly spirit appeared. It was dark with scared eyes in a shape of half bald dog. It looked asides. Victoria kept her eyes still closed but she stopped saying the spell. She was smiling. The witch knew better than the spirit that it was there, and it came for her calling. The spirit was silent, numbly looked down.

‘I need my body!’ Vic said straight.

‘There’s a demon inside…’

‘I know.’ Vic interrupted him.

‘He’s more powerful and his position is higher.’

‘I need my body!’ Victoria repeated. ‘Now. Arrange it!’

The spirit didn’t dare contradict the getting angry witch and just disappeared. Victoria opened her eyes and all her self-confidence was gone. But this time she clearly remembered saying the spell in a different language which she knew nothing of, appearing of the essence in the shape of a dog which she could see through the closed eyes and she remembered the fact that the creature hadn’t disputed with her but just disappeared to carry out her order, emitting fear.

Bright light. Warmth. It was her waited-for-long body. Victoria found herself in the mirror in the lift coming down. She touched the surface and very quickly understood that she was behind the mirror and the woman in the lift cabin was her body with the incubus inside.

‘Kharon,’ she whispered.

The demon turned and saw the lost soul behind the mirror.

‘Just a second, love…’

Warmer. Hot. Cosy and comfortable. It was her habitual body. Vic opened her eyes. Yes, it was her body definitely. The demon released it. Kharon stood near her. The girl looked at the watch — it was soon after 6 pm.

‘Jesus, Kharon…’ she was terrified. ‘You’ve been performing in my body the whole day! What’ve you done then?’

‘Nothing special, love. You wanted to take me along. I agreed to this risky venture.’

‘Risky venture?’ Vic got surprised.

‘You know how it’s difficult to be in a different body and not to eat out its energy?’

‘You’re gonna say you haven’t devoured not a single particle of my energy?’ Victoria looked suspiciously at the man and grinned, seeing his slyly eyes.

‘Just a single. Maybe a little bit more.’

‘I’d like you to get it by means of other way.’

‘What an audacious invitation! I’m accepting it with pleasure! But at first, we’re gonna visit your granny, right, love?’

‘How did you… Ah, yes, you’ve been in my body the whole day. By the way about it. I’ve got couple of questions!’ Vic frowned.

‘I’m not surprised.’

‘I didn’t mean to surprise you. I,’ she started stuttering, ‘when I was… well… when you threw me out of my body.’

‘Threw you out?’ Kharon couldn’t help but smile.

‘Just wait a second, don’t interrupt!’ Vic squeaked.

‘Sure, Sunshine.’

‘In shorts, when I was there where I’m not supposed to be, between my world in yours, I did something.’

‘What?’ The man raised his brows. ‘How to understand you?’

‘I spoke an unknown language.’

‘Do you remember it?’ it was Kharon’s turn to frown.

‘Shouldn’t I?’

‘What else was there?’ the demon changed the subject.

‘I know for sure I called a spirit to help me to get rid of you… to throw you out of my body. And… I know, it sounds funny, but it’s true! The spirit came out! And it numbly went to charge my order. Don’t laugh at me, Kharon! I’m not crazy.’

‘I won’t,’ he said softly, ‘I won’t. So, you think you called for spirit to help you?’

‘Yes!’ Victoria was serious.

Kharon was serious too as he had never been before, but he tried to pretend to be ok. Of course, he was confused a bit with that Vic managed to keep her memories about her activities and in thoughts he was getting ready to answer the girl because pull of questions was going to happen.

‘It was a dream. Maybe an oblivion,’ the demon blurted out more understanding why Victoria had appeared in the mirror.

‘What a dream, Kharon?!’ the girl was shocked. ‘Do you really suppose me to be insane? Do you really think that I’m incapable of distinguishing reality and dream?

‘No, love. You too often put on the mask of a mentally deficient person. It doesn’t suit you. Stop it. The second, human child, I’d like you to show more respect for me. I remind you that you had deal with Lucifer and that’s why I’m here. I have no intensions to listen to your ungrounded claims. Actually, to file claims to a demon is a nonsense. I’m telling you that your state for that moment was just a dream. As far as I know people can call not only for spirits in unknown language in their dreams. I understand and accept your nervous state but, please, take the fact into account who you’re speaking with.’

Victoria felt fear which she had long since forgotten. For a long time Kharon hadn’t changed his intonation towards her, he had been always kind and polite as well as delicate and tolerant. Generally, he was like a gentleman. The girl had had time even to forget that he was a demon. Whatever had come over him during the dialog that the sound of his voice got covered with dryness and darkness, that his look got gloomy and his hands became cold. Vic didn’t understand.

‘Kharon, I…’ Vic took a step back, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t really mean to insult you…’

‘Insult?’ the demon smirked. ‘To insult a demon? Do you know, love, what I like about you most of all? No one can be angry with you for a long time. Even if he or she wants to, you’ll fix it!’

‘I’m sorry,’ the girl glanced down. ‘I do really believe that it wasn’t dream! How can it be explained then?’

‘Impossible!’ Kharon grabbed the girl. ‘I’ll prove that we’re speaking about oblivion!’

‘How?’

‘Confirm these: the spirit, help, language? Is that right?’

‘Yes, that is.’

‘You remember it as you remember yourself all your life?’

‘Yes.’

‘Ok then. Call the spirit now.’ Kharon folded his arms. ‘Come on, love, say the spell and make it come out. Now.’

Victoria was silent. Suddenly she became ashamed and awkward feeling caught her. If Kharon was right then how stupid and awkwardly she would look like after she said the spell, waiting for someone to appear.

The girl shook her head. Kharon started slowly calming down as he understood that he sounded more convincing than her.

‘Why do you refuse? It’s the best way to check if it was a dream. Say the spell.’ The demon’s voice insisted.

‘Spiritus inferior,’ Victoria whispered.

‘Keep on’ the demon said.

‘Loco, protinus.’ Vic looked at his amber eyes. ‘Spiritus inferior, loco, momentaneus. Spiritus inferior fatis huc te poscentibus affers.’

‘Where’s the spirit?’ Kharon asked the girl who wasn’t so confident.

‘I… I don’t know.’ Vic looked asides seeking for the creature.

‘Doesn’t it prove that you were in oblivion?’ the demon finally smiled, holding the girl tighter.

None of them noticed the old dog behind them.

With a heavy heart Victoria came into the ward. It was silent. The smell of medicine. The support with the dropping-bottle. A woman lay with closed eyes, the mouth was half-opened. There was no move.

Vic sat on the edge of the bed. The grandma hardly could move her fingers. One leg was totally paralyzed, the second moved somehow. The granny was silent: she couldn’t speak anymore. A half of her face stopped obeying to the brain orders.

Kharon stayed in the doorframe. He was idly interested in looking at what would happen. Victoria’s confusion of feelings and experiences were transferred to him like through some wires. It was just a flurry, the heavy, surprising one of emotions.

Vic said nothing but kept on siting. She looked at the paralyzed old woman and didn’t understand why it had happened to her. She was thinking over it for a long time but didn’t find any answer. It often happened what happened, no one was insured, no one had delays. It just happened for some reasons and unexpectedly. No one was ready to be ill.

The demon was still in the door looking up at the girl and chewed gum. He had no thoughts. He didn’t know and face such grief. He wasn’t neither a sympathizer nor pitiful. Actually, he didn’t care. Despite his power of passion and lust, love mortification he was thick skin.

Victoria touched her granny’s hand and got pierced like by lightning. The girl felt the same feelings and emotions she had had when something had paralyzed her after she had left the bookshop… Then she realized and drew the parallel between what happened and her own feelings. Of course! She might have known it!

‘Kharon!’ the girl ran up to him and took him by the hand. ‘Let’s go!’

‘Is that all? We’re leaving?’ the demon understood nothing, following the girl with fast steps.

‘I’ve got it!’

‘What?’ he shouted after her. ‘What’ve you got? I wanna get it too! Vic!’

She ran to the coatroom. Vic quickly put on seeing no one around.

‘Hey, hey,’ Kharon had caught the girl before she left. ‘Wait. Stop. I’ve got 2 questions. The first one is where you’re running. The second: what did you get?’

‘I felt the thing happening to my granny! Remember? When we were at the bookshop? Then my mum called. Do you remember? I felt the same what my granny felt! But I didn’t understand then…’

‘What idiotic ideas come into your head, Victoria! Why don’t you believe in coincidence?’

‘Kharon!’ Vic frowned. ‘Why are you so sceptical? You’re the brightest representative of what doesn’t exist for people! How can you know anything about scepticism definition?’

‘It’s not scepticism, love, it’s realism. How did you get it and what made you think like this?’

‘When I touched her hand, I understood it. Everything I was getting through after the bookshop, came back to my mind in the shape of recollections.’

Kharon kept cool-headed apparently. But inside he didn’t know what to do. Vic was obviously suspicious of her secret gift and the task for the demon was to remove all her suspicions.

‘Come with me, I’ll show you something that does exist really.’

‘Where?’

‘Give me your hand.’

‘Where’re we going, Kharon?’

‘You told me once that you trust me… Give me your hand!’ Kharon insisted, embracing her tightly. ‘Come closer. You do know why you have to do it, love?’ the man smiled. ‘Close your eyes.’

The girl was overwhelmed with prelibation and looking for. In his mind Kharon was torn between worlds and illusions, being sure that he would be capable of distracting Vic from her thoughts. And he found that certain place.

‘You can open your eyes.’ He said quiet.

Victoria was in no hurry to obey the man’s asking. She listened to the silence. It was terrible and horrible. That was the silence which followed Lucifer’s appearance. Having been afraid of wicked recollections Vic opened her eyes.

There was no one around but Kharon. It was an unusual place: there were big trees with green leaves, curled into a conical shape. The leaves weren’t just green but superdeep and pulsing. Her eyes liked watching it and very quickly got tired of the colour. The foliage stormed full of life and inspiration. But everything around was paralyzed. There was no wind. The air was heavy, massive but you could get a lungful of fresh air. The sky was coloured with bright red with the tinctures and stripes of yellow, transferring into orange and lilac-velvet lines. It was a sunset as silent as everything was around. There was not a single bird in the sky, no one sang beautiful songs. The ears were hurt absorbing that silence.

Grass was under her feet. Her feet were bared. The grass was soft, green and ideally even, not a grass-blade out of place. Nature couldn’t create such perfection. It was impossible. Everything was too perfect. But it was pleasant to walk over the grass. There was just grass around. It was warm. You could say it was good, but you needed some wind blowing.

Kharon was nearby, cast down his head. He was waiting for something. Most likely for reaction. He wanted to understand what Victoria felt at that unusual place. But she kept silence and looked around.

There was a house behind her. It was grey with brick tincture. Three-storeyed. It was a big, log house… with a roof made of like skin. The huge columns on the porch had carved figures of cernuous creatures. Everything was made of wood. It was unusual. Victoria had never seen anything like that before. Log construction was softly sharpened, covered with lacquer or something like that, but there were no circle lines on it instead they were long and expressional. In whole the house was repulsive. Victoria didn’t want to come in.

Vic turned to Kharon again. At least the grasshoppers had to chirp! But no, it was silence. The girl was wheeled round to find any sounds with no comprehension of herself and her own attitude towards surroundings.

She got the feeling that she was in an incubator… or in an aquarium where artificial life bloomed where life seemed to be on the palm but indeed there was no any.

‘Where’re we?’ Vic asked, getting surprised with her own voice sound.

There was no echo, no habitual sound in her head. Even her own voice was unfamiliar. Every uncomprehensive thing made Vic feel more fear.

There was a part of a planet on the horizon. Even with no being educated as an astronomer, Victoria realized that wasn’t the Moon. It was a huge and too close located luminary. It was so unbelievable like in those films about space or in that Photo-shop-made pictures of universe type.

Horrible.

Looking at the big ball on the horizon her heart sank. The planet seemed to be rushing straight to the place which everyone used to call home. One minute or two and then apocalyptic collision was going to happen, the blast wave of which would pull all to quantum particles.

Formidable beauty that was it when Victoria realized not new oxymoron. The eyes want to look, they were interested but the body stopped breathing because of fear.

‘This is my home, Victoria,’ Kharon looked at her.

‘Your home?’ her voice sounded so quiet that you could hardly hear it, but the high notes tried to get out anyway. ‘Am I in hell?’

Vic was scared. The fright fettered her body even worse than when the hellish moon had appeared in the silent sky.

‘It’s just my home…’

Kharon finally started feeling the girl. Being in his territory her own strengths were leaving her. Again, he perfectly heard her thought as he used to, all her panic and anxiety screaming in her head, demanding for returning to the earth. He felt her genuine feelings. He knew that the girl was totally confused. She knew nothing, understood nothing, everything was wild and terrible for her. She had neither strength nor desire to deal with that impossible excessive emotions.

Kharon understood that the girl was sceptical of the place where the demon had lived not the first thousand years.

‘Are we in hell?’ Victoria asked again having turned to the man.

‘If you’re easier then yes, we are.’

‘Why?’ there were tears again. ‘Why are we here?’

‘Why are you crying?’

‘Because I wanna go home! To the earth!’ the girl cried. ‘Are we able to come back home, Kharon? Tell that we can, please! I don’t wanna stay here! I’m scared and I don’t understand why I’m here!’

Kharon had to embrace Victoria as she cried more and more, and she was getting more scared.

‘We’re here for no reason. I just wanted to show my home…’ Kharon felt dejectedly.

‘So, you’re not gonna burn me on a frying-pan?’

‘What?’ no limits were for the demon’s surprised. ‘Burn on a frying-pan?’

‘Stick pitchfork into me and torture my body eternally…?’ Vic added, shacking with only one thought of her being in hell.

‘Come,’ Kharon took her hand and went his home.

He missed so much his home ground, the smell he could never feel on the earth. The thing like home existed not only on the earth. Everyone had habit and love for surroundings.

He ran his hand over the marble walls. The black colour of the stone was as nasty as you could ever imagine, and it delighted the demon eyes.

Coolness and inanimate reflected from the black marble walls, nice essences for Kharon and scared Victoria.

In the hall of the incubus’s house Vic felt like in a tomb. She was scared a bit but the smell she felt was so pleasant and sweet that it and the house couldn’t be identified.

The hall was long. The wall outside of log, inside of stone, seemed to be in size of infinity. There was nothing else in the desolate place. There were no pictures and photos. There were just bare walls. Empty. There was nothing but black, repulsive colour. That design wasn’t for the faint of heart.

Kharon let the girl go first. Fearing everything in the world, Victoria took a step forward. Her hand instinctively touched the cold stone wall. Vic immediately withdrew her hand: she had never felt such scorching cold in her life. It was like the fingertips immersed in liquid nitrogen for unhappy millisecond and that was enough.

‘Cold…’ Vic said turning to the demon.

‘For a human — yes, they are.’

‘How do you feel these walls?’ she asked.

‘Like a warmth of my home.’

‘Warmth of your home?’ the girl shifted the gaze at the walls, but she didn’t want to touch them again. She slowly went ahead suddenly understanding that the entrance door was closing by its own, hiding the particles of artificial light behind.

‘Hey!’ she exclaimed stood in the full darkness. ‘Kharon!’ her voice shook, the heart fluttered. The darkness in that oppressive house seemed to be more unbearable and blacker. ‘Give me your hand… I’m begging you, my love,’ Victoria whispered stretching out her hand into the black vacuum.

There were seconds of terrible and paralyzed silence and then the strong hand, full of habitual warmth squeezed her fingers shacking with fear.

‘How much you’re frightened, child,’ the voice sounded in her ear.

Vic gave a shrug, screwing up her eyes to try to see Kharon.

A small luminary appeared somewhere above them in shape of usual galaxy. That was as unusual light unfamiliar for people. It was alive, moveable like if somewhere tongues of fire were connected, carefully burning something dry away. But the light was dim and there was no its source seen. It seemed that a clot of charged energy, that produced the light, appeared under the ceiling. Victoria had no doubts the luminary was alive absolutely. They were walking through the hall and the light was slowly following them under their heads.

Slight and sudden move of Kharon stopped the girl in the middle of the infinite hall. Then the black marble wall began to move apart.

A huge living room with high ceiling was showed. There was the most complex architecture under its vaults outside of human control. The room was in the form of strict square. It was furnished flawless and in good taste. There were tables with carvings on its legs and chairs and its legs took root in the floor and almost on the floor already swollen buds were about to bloom.

Windows that finally appeared showed a picturesque view of the nearby forest. It was thick and dark with unknown species of trees, the leaves of which were so different in shapes but had nothing in common with the trees on the earth where Vic used to live.

There was a huge mirror on one of the walls, the size of almost a half of the room. It reflected everything expect Victoria. It just ignored her presence there.

There were no modern gadgets in the living room. No books, no glass figures on dusty shelves. There was nothing that could be familiar to human eyes. The table was there indeed. It was huge, massive and empty. No tablecloths, no napkins, no saltcellar, no flowers. There was nothing.

The décor was very poor by human standards. The intricate carvings were wherever possible to be. It was beautiful and diverse and seemingly appropriate.

‘The living room…as you call it.’ Kharon told, having taken her by the hand.

He tried to understand what Victoria felt, if she liked it or not. Most of all he didn’t understand why he was so important to know her opinion. As Victoria still couldn’t identify her own feeling and emotions, she couldn’t say anything clever to Kharon. The girl silently looked at the man.

‘Your audacious invitation…that’s why we’re here. I feel you still not understanding your presence in my home.’

‘Invitation?’

‘Yes. That you said so bravely to the demon of lust. Let’s go.’

Victoria followed Kharon with no certain understanding what he was speaking about. She still was afraid for her life, but her blind, feeble and stupid trust was with her. The trust the demon. Victoria trusted Kharon so deep and strong that she had not a single thought asking herself if I was so stupid to trust the demon.

They went up the spiral staircase. The coldness of the marble stairs annealed her bare feet. She literally flew up the stairs holding the man’s hand. He walked first trying not to rush. His movements were slowly and detached like if he was on his way on the scaffold.

Under the ceiling the clot of illuminative energy was blithely floating. Victoria almost got used to that phenomenon. At least from all that was happening the strange glow confused her the least.

Another wall opened before them and Vic turned to be in a bedroom.

‘This is the place I wanted to show you… not frying-pans…’ Kharon whispered behind her.

His hands clasped her paralyzed body. She was studying the huge bed that was in size of a half of the room, covered with the same black colour. Victoria almost accepted the gloomy colour deprived of life. Actually, she had reasons for the black colour in the demon’s house. Her confusion was understandable also: Victoria had never seen so much black at once.

‘Take a step forward, love,’ Kharon picked her up and slowly moved ahead. ‘Don’t be afraid, nothing threatens you here… Nothing.’

His lips went down on her shoulder barely touched her skin. Vic said nothing. Probably it was the first time when she couldn’t be relaxed in the demon-seducer’s hands.

‘You’re so defenceless here,’ Kharon smiled, baring his teeth, took her up in his arms.

A second then another and Victoria felt unbelievably soft bed under her body. It was so soft that at the first second the girl thought that she was still falling down. The demon hanged over her, and his miraculous kisses distracted her from thinking of falling.

‘It’s so unusual to embrace the woman who manages to think of something else expect me…’

‘My love,’ Victoria said quietly, ‘I’m in the bed, made of the black feather bed, the softest one I have ever felt in my entire life. There’s a man above me, the most handsome and exquisite whom I have ever met. The man, whom I felt the most beautiful and even painful feeling called love. This man is a demon. Now I’m in the place which I have never believed to exist, I refused it and mocked those who tried just to give a hint about it. And I think it’s ok that I’m not really ready to be relaxed and think of only you.’

With light smile on his lips, silently with no interrupting Kharon was listening to another confession of the girl and at first, he realized that he needed to answer something. His answer had to be something that Victoria had never heard and would never hear in her life.

‘I’ll tell you the truth, love, I don’t feel hesitation when I’m in unfamiliar places…’

‘I don’t dou…’

‘Wait,’ he gave the girl a short kiss to interrupt her speech. ‘I have something to tell you.’

He ran his finger over his shirt, and it unbuttoned itself. Vic tried not to look at what Kharon was doing not to convince herself again that she had a common sense. Her chest heaved and all the same her nervous stretched too thin. In addition, the demon’s touches made her yield to the temptation.

‘Once I heard a thought in our mind, more precisely it was a desire to be the only one…’ the demon undid the button of her jeans.

She numbly looked at what Kharon was doing. She could close her eyes and switch off her mind as she did before as she was scared a bit. The man pulled off the shirt burning the girl with the flames of his eyes.

‘I’m not a virgin, no.’ He tore the jeans off her. ‘But thanks to you I realized that not only virgins can have the only one.’

‘Kharon…’

‘You’re so absolutely irredeemable listener. Stop interrupting, will you?’

Victoria silently looked at the demonic creature’s eyes and a pleasant shiver ran over her body, taking out the excitement of her depth of the subconsciousness.

‘You’re the only one woman for my entire existence who dared to give her soul to Lucifer to be with me, having known that your chances are critically small to have what you want.’

Here Victoria started forgetting where she was. Her own location wasn’t an interesting issue especially when Kharon was doing magic over her body with his lips, hands and words.

‘You’re the only one human woman whom I shared my sexual skills with in reality and having experienced it I feel more power in thousand times. You’re the only one who is so close to me and still alive. You’re the only one who became the only one…’

For a second the demon stopped speaking and with a mystery on his face studied the girl, the surprise and joy ripping out of her heart.

‘You’re the only one woman…a human who’s lying in this bed…’

Kharon kissed her neck…

For several seconds before falling into the mutual feelings giving Victoria thought that she saw a lower part of the wing… as black as ink, shone and trying to embrace her.

Having realized her energies and getting back a mad enjoyment Vic was sleeping with no moves in bed. The demon in unbuttoned shirt was staying and thinking nearby the window. He had a serious reason to think.

‘Good morning, Kharon!’ A low black creature appeared behind him with legs of some hoofed animal, with human head and body but with lion tail and cow horns.

The demon didn’t even turn. He’d been waiting for that person.

‘The Lord’s waiting for you… At his apartment!’ the creature told, stamped with its hoof and disappeared.

Kharon took a sigh and went away from the window. Very quietly he came into the room where Victoria was sleeping. He sat on the edge of the bed, combed the ginger tips of her hair behind her ears that chaotically ran down her face. Vic was lying on her stomach, hands were under the pillow, and the blanket covered her legs.

‘I hope you’re worth of it…’ Kharon whispered, snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Lucifer was sitting in his arm-chair at his unusual table. His hand held a feather writing something with impudent move, filling paper with mind-blowing burgundy colour. His countenance seemed to be neutral. He saw nothing but wrote something intently.

‘Lucifer!’ Kharon let his Lord know about his presence.

The Falling Angel stopped his fast writing and looked up at the guest. Then he jumped up, threw the feather on the table and then, looking at his Lord’s face Kharon assured himself again that when deuces came on behalf of Lucifer meant really bad news.

‘Did you take leave of senses?!’ Lucifer asked in an ominous low voice having come up to Kharon.

The demon was silent head bowed, looked down. So, what could he say?

‘You’d better not!’ Strong waning came. ‘Don’t even think you can pretend to be a fool with no understanding what I’m speaking about!’

‘Lucifer…’ the demon glanced at his friend.

He was angry and it was to put it mildly. Having known his Lord and friend for so many years Kharon guessed the reason of his indignation.

‘I’m waiting for the answer!’ Lucifer turned away from the demon, fixed his eyes upon the landscape behind the window.

‘I wanted to show my home and the place where we live.’

‘Kharon. My friend.’ Lucifer beseeched flew up to the demon again. ‘How did you ever get the absurd idea to bring the witch in hell? I’d not have told anything if she were a human! But the witch, Kharon… You’ve almost made a fatal mistake!’

‘Why?’ Kharon worried. ‘You told she’s not a threat.’

‘On the earth.’ The Lord’s voice sank almost to an ominous whisper. ‘On the earth no witch is threat for us. On the earth.’ Lucifer rolled his eyes, deeply inhaled and exhaled, having stared at Kharon’s scared face.

‘What’s the threat from her being here?’ Kharon asked almost in his mind.

‘First, your blindness with her in bed.’ Lucifer intently looked at the demon’s eyes. ‘Come on, turn on your logic, my friend. What usually happens? You take all energies from a woman. Totally. Do you? Do I recall right?’

‘Yes, you do.’

‘How are you feeling now?’ Lucifer frowned and glanced at Kharon being in puzzle.

‘At least strange.’ Kharon told the truth more than ever.

‘What strange?’

‘I am not feeling that strength which I usually get from Vic in bed…’

‘So,’ for a moment The Lord’s face was distorted with a slight smile.

‘I think I’m tired.’

‘You know why?’

‘No.’

‘Victoria can’t give away her energy at our home.’ Lucifer sat to the table, nervously touching the glass. ‘She’s alive. Do you understand? She’s not a demon neither a spirit not a deuce! She’s a human! Her energy stays with her. This alone wouldn’t have been a problem, if only she weren’t a witch. Witches have a great ability to accumulate. Do you know what it means?’

Kharon shook his head realizing all sudden interest and perfectly reasonable anger of his Lord.

‘Witches accumulate energies. Being with you in your bed where she emitted a colossal amount of energy, that was she who devoured it, not you!’

A zap broke through Kharon.

‘So,’ he quickly came up to Lucifer, ‘you wanna say that she kept her energy and took mine?!’

‘I don’t wanna say I’m already saying it!’ The Lord clasped him hard around the shoulder and grinned. ‘And now she’s much more powerful. Here is my bad too I must have told you and interfered, done anything but instead I silently watched… Inexcusable error!’

‘The witch with demonic energy…’ Kharon whispered.

‘Yes, my friend, it even sounds terrible! It’s an obvious fact but I’d better say it: in the morning Victoria won’t be paralyzed and lifeless as you used to see her; with your energy she has so much power that it will be enough for a long time.’

‘I’m sorry, Lucifer.’

‘Don’t be. My bad is much more than yours. Accept my advice for future — don’t bring every Dick and Jane to home, especially when it goes about witches. If I were you, I would go home and ty to use up all the energy she has now.’

‘But,’ Kharon took a step.

‘Go, my friend, and I hope your own energy doesn’t harm you!’

‘Lucifer! You have to answer me!’

‘Later.’ The lord, tired, gave the air.

‘No. Not then and later.’ Kharon careful grabbed his Lord’s wrist and with the entreaty in his eyes looked at him. ‘Now. Answer me now.’

Lucifer silently looked at his friend with soulful eyes. He seemed to understand that Kharon was right and he had no need to delay the answering not to let the situation happen again.

‘What’s your question, please,’ The Lord turned to Kharon. ‘I can’t understand exactly what question you want to be answered. You have a jumble of question in your head.’

‘How does the witch harm me?’

‘Actually, as I told you before she can’t do anything serious, but she can take all your energy. She can devastate you completely.’

‘Are you serious now?’

‘Absolutely I am. I didn’t want to tell you I just couldn’t imagine that you would have been so foolish to bring the witch in hell…’

‘I wonder… Can I make up for the loss if something goes wrong?’

‘Of course, you can! But not at once. And it’s not a good idea to lie paralyzed… Get a second thought before you’re gonna do anything.’

‘I’ve got it, Lucifer. I’ve got it. The only thing I can’t understand is how I can make up for the loss if I were with no moves? To get my energy back I have to move!’

Lucifer smiled, in depth being happy that his friend was still able to think.

‘It’s sixty-four-thousand-dollar question. I have got couples of ways to play. The best one is if I knew about your misfortune or someone of our friends would take you up and your task would be to ask them in your thought to send me to you. The worst one is if people found you in such a state. I have no door number three. By the way, with your energy disappearance the witch can bare your genuine countenance, having seriously destroyed your beautiful mask.’

Kharon was listening to his Lord and Lucifer seemed to him to be mocking more and more.’

‘Lucifer,’ Kharon said to him, ‘if I ever put you into a rage then tell me when and how, because I don’t really understand why this karma dumped on me.’

Lucifer longed in the chair, pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. Recent days he had felt tired and wanted to have a rest and he was bothered with questions. He ran his hand across his forehead and, squinted, looked at his friend.

‘You make me find excuses,’ he told having took a sigh, ‘I didn’t mean all this happen. You see, future is not subservient to anyone, neither me nor my father. I wanted you to have fun, have a rest from millinery drab existence. If I wanted to penalize you, you’d have been crawling like a maggot without eyes in some dungeon, having fun with only echoes of your memories. But just to throw a woman under the bus wasn’t too much humanely, was it?’

Kharon smiled bitterly. He was confused with no realizing what was going on in his head.

‘Lucifer, can I ask you as my friend not as The Lord?’

‘Sure.’

‘If you ever decide that I’m bored or my life suddenly becomes unbearable for me and out of your kindness you want to shake it up with something, please, run your ideas by me first, ok? Probably it’s just seeming or something like that. Don’t jump in feet first. Doubtlessly I appreciate your care and many-sided help but now I’m in full panic mode. Forgive my plainness.’

‘Ok, my friend, I’ll take your wishes into account. Now go.’

Lucifer rose up, embraced his friend and Kharon disappeared.