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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September 2013 (Tuesday)

Victoria woke up at the afternoon. Despite that several hours ago she seemed never to have strength, she felt she was new. She was fresh.

‘Good morning, Braveheart!’ she heard the voice which she had sold her soul to the Devil for.

‘Kharon…’ she whispered, having sat on the bed.

It was the same man whom she felt unexplainable hankering and desire…Love. He was sitting in her room near her bed.

‘I am surprised. Pleasantly surprised. And, certainly, your trick flattered me. I can’t believe it, you got Lucifer himself and made him pimp. Victoria, I am struck with your recklessness…’ he was blowing up her for some reason like if she was a little girl.

‘I just wanted to be with you…I wanted to extend a night as long as it was possible…’ She said quietly.

‘You did not even have that night how can you know if it’s worth of what you have done?’

‘I’m sure it is… Please, Kharon, let enjoy you within these two years. Besides, what have I done? I just gave my soul, not my life… But if there’d been some more talks with your Lord, I would have agreed to give my life.’

Kharon came up to the mirror on the case. He touched his hair, looking at his face unnoticeably.

‘It was a bad idea to your soul… But I am not the one who should make you change your mind, and it is too late. Right?’ Kharon looked sideway at the girl.

‘What do you mean?’

The man came up to the girl and with a brief movement of the hand he pulled off the strap of her tank top.

‘Yes, it is too late…’ The demon smiled.

‘What’s there?’ Victoria jumped out of the bed and ran to the mirror.

There was a circle on her shoulder blade, some mysterious signs were inside of it. Vic touched the tattoo and shivered with pain instinctively but there was no pain. No discomfort. It was like there had been no any burn, and Lucifer, neither. Besides, tattoo was black that was unusual for tattoos, in general.

‘What’s it?’ Vic asked staying near Kharon.

‘Lucifer’s mark.’ He answered as if he was telling a banal theme at a children's matinee.

‘Lucifer’s mark?’ Vic asked mysteriously, touching her skin with her fingers.

‘Mark of the Devil, if you want.’ Kharon smiled.

‘Oh my God,’ the girl whispered stepping back from the mirror, closed her mouth with her hands not let herself to cry. ‘Oh my God… It couldn’t be… I can’t… I can’t have any tattoo. Mother will kill me…’

‘It is not a tattoo. It is a mark.’

‘Oh, well, that changes everything in a whole… “Mum, I’ve got a mark of the Devil, it’s not a tattoo”’ Vic looked at Kharon. ‘How does it sound?’

‘It sounds like you are going to accuse me of what has happened. Bad idea, Vic.’

‘How does the mark work?’ The girl stared back at the mirror reflection.

‘Easy enough. Every day it will be getting brighter and closer to the contractual performance, stronger you will feel it…. When Lucifer takes your soul, it will be gone.’

‘Why didn’t Lucifer tell me about it? He had to enlighten me all the aspects of the deal.’

Kharon laughed. Victoria surprisingly looked at the man with no understanding what it was funny she said.

‘Lucifer had nothing to anyone. It’s first. Secondly, it’s the covenant and you’re speaking about the truth. I am actually surprised that he didn’t make a fool of you to amuse him and he didn’t stamp you out of existence in the first seconds of his coming to you.’

‘Could he?’

‘He could. This is the least thing that he could have done. However, my Lord is very diplomatic and has a sophisticated sense of justice. Well I think it is enough to speak about him. You have two years. How are you going to spend them? Will we be living together?’

‘No.’ Victoria couldn’t help smiling. ‘You’re gonna live separately. At least, the first time. I could stay at your place…’

Kharon was listening to the girl, unnoticeably touching her hand, followed her lips with his eyes, greedy for kisses…

‘…We will go for a walk…’

The demon imperturbably touched her lips and kissed the girl, clasping her in his gentle arms.

‘… Go to the cinema…’ she whispered while the man was kissing her neck down, making the girl already crazy with love mad.

Kharon carefully laid milting in his hands Victoria on the bed, voluptuously smothering her with kisses.

‘No, Kharon, no,’ the girl said, having stopped the demon. ‘It’s early. Too early.’

‘What does early mean?’ the man didn’t understand, lifted up his eyes at the girl.

He was surprised with her another refusal. What now prevented her from putting herself in the hands of what she was created for generally, especially when she had such a partner.

‘It means,’ having recovered her breath, Vic said, ‘it’s bad to be in bed just like this. I mean, what about romanticism?’

Kharon looked at the girl, trying to get the fewest thing what she wanted from him.

‘Romanticism?’

‘You don’t know what it is, do you, Kharon?’ she said sadly, getting up from the bed.

‘I have never needed any romanticism. Women never refused me and were always thankful.’

‘That was when you lived in their subconsciousness. Now you’re in reality and it seriously differs from what is going on in dreams… I want such relation, which can be only between a woman and a man, like a fairy tale but in reality. I want love, which will make us both crazy. I want passion, which we will splutter in with only one swallow. I want to get your feelings, your true feelings… I have only two years to help you to feel what to be a human means.’

The demon was glancing at the girl and didn’t feel anything but an animal lust. What feelings was she speaking about? Not all people were able to feel, and that naïve twenty-years-old girl was going to get them out of the demon, in face of which she fell head over heels in love with.

‘Then I am going to leave you, my light. I shall get in touch with you later. I have to think over your words and my role in your life. I have to find a flat. Now I am something like a human, aren’t I?’

Kharon smiled, lustfully glanced over the girl once again and disappeared.

Vitoria was alone in the middle of the room, believing in nothing. It seemed for her to be a dream. What Lucifer? What an incubus? What an agreement? You could think that it wasn’t real, but the permanent tattoo on her blade indicated the opposite.

Vitoria was staring at the streaming water over her palms, sitting at the edge of the bath. Was her act right? How terrible was that what she had decided to do? But the crazy love to the demonic creature didn’t allow to think for a long time…

‘How passed several hours which you spent with the awaken human?’ Lucifer asked, having seen a male figure in front of.

The Lord was in simple people café, thinking of a modern existence, drinking his coffee. He wasn’t surprised when he saw his friend, Kharon, who sat to his table.

‘I did not understand yet. Honestly, I understood nothing. Why did you not tell me that she wanted “romanticism” and “true” feelings? What am I supposed to do?’

Lucifer smiled, set his tie and make a big swallow of coffee to be awakened.

‘You won’t believe me, but she didn’t tell me that she wanted “trued” feelings and “romanticism”. I was sure that what she asked, you will give her like smoke. You’ll have to play to ma’am.’

‘How? I can’t love!’

‘Kharon.’ Lucifer became serious for a second. ‘We’ve concluded the deal. We are honest guys. The girl sacrificed her soul for your embraces. Be more affectionate with her, can you?’

Kharon looked at his friend, at his Lord and tried so much to understand what he was wanted.

‘I am not informed very well of human relationship and romanticism. I do not understand what she wants… How did she manage to get you? What did she do? Milliards of people try to give you their souls, but you are deaf to their asks.’

Lucifer smirked. He stirred his coffee, looked into the appeared vortex and said quietly:

‘I got into the game some time ago… In the café… It was the first time when I saw incubus be slapped in a serious way… I was interested in that girl. I started watching her, how she was falling in love with you. You couldn’t imagine but every evening she was sat, holding a razor blade near her veins and text, getting ready to call you. Then she gave the idea, crying for god’s penalty. They she tried to tie you to her. It didn’t work. She found the hole: to call me. The poor girl couldn’t understand that all spells, made-up by people, could not make me come. I was silently observing how the rituals and spells were being changed, books and attributes were bought, which guaranteed my coming. It was useless. Later my heart had mercy on her. I moved a witch up to her who was dying and ready to give her gift to someone. Thank to it, Victoria managed to conclude the deal. Be careful Kharon, she is a real witch. She’s not able to do serious harm, I hope, but she can make you be nervous. Victoria doesn’t know that she has the strongest power and I’m absolutely sure, she doesn’t know what to do with it.’

Kharon lowered his eyes, looked at his friend and didn’t know if he had to be glad or to be horrified.

‘So, you did really shake up the dull days,’ the demon said in a low voice. ‘You moved a witch up to me, Lucifer!’

‘I did,’ he laughed. ‘I’m sure you will be having two funny years. Now you’re not going to be bored, my friend. As to romanticism and other feelings, I advise you to go for a walk across the city. Watch people. I’m sure that you will find another way to see them. You’ll see men be in reality and how it’s difficult to charm a girl who is liked.’

‘Do you mean you have organized a two-year excursion in people’s word and gave a witch as a guide?’ Kharon smirked. ‘Well, now I got why people sometimes give not a very good feedback about us.’

‘My dear friend, I have to go, business isn’t going to wait. I’ll be waiting for you to drop me a line about your life among people. Rent a flat, work, if you want, go in for Victoria as a woman, have a rest from variety of faces in dreams… And yes, I know that Sunshine refused you again, burning with the desire. Win the ma’am’s favour without penetrating her subconsciousness.’

‘Sunshine?’ Kharon surprised.

‘You saw her red hair with gold particles. Freckles. Gold eyelashes. She’s like the Sun. See you, my friend. Pay for my coffee, you’re now something like… a human.’

Lucifer clasped his shoulder slightly and disappeared. Kharon was left alone, looking at the bill, the waiter had brought to him.

He still didn’t understand if Lucifer exiled him or he really wanted him to be destructed from his many-thousand-years routine. One could go mad because of it. Kharon appreciated his Lord worrying about his friend.

As he was ordered, the demon paid for the coffee and went to study Moscow and everything that it could give him, being supported with only one thought — to try to be a human…

‘Vic, go to shop, please, coffee is done.’ Olga Vladimirovna hardly opened her eyes after hard night work. ‘I’m going to work for 24 hours again. I’m at home tomorrow and the whole weekends. Now I can think of coffee only. Will you?’

‘Sure’ Vic nodded, putting on the gym shoes. ‘Shall we go somewhere at the weekends? To have dinner?’

‘No problem, I’ll try to survive till the weekends.’

Vic smiled and closed the door behind her.

The girl ran into the street and dead air rushed to her nose. The sun and heat were not ashamed of September. Despite that it was 3 pm, there weren’t a lot of people. It was the middle of the week.

Victoria came into the shop, greeted the acquaintance seller, glanced over a woman staying near him and asked for a tin of coffee.

‘How’s your mum?’ the seller asked while he was waiting for the bill.

‘She’s fine. She’s come from work in the morning, now she’s going to work again. As usual there’s much work to do.’ She smiled.

‘Give my best greets to her. Your bill. Your coffee.’ The seller gave the goods to the girl.

‘Thank you. Is this a new seller?’ Vic nodded at the woman staying near the man. ‘Good luck in future.’

The girl left the shop and bumped into Kharon at once. She fell with a plop on the road and blinked in surprise.

‘I am sorry,’ the demon was confused, giving her his hand.

Victoria stood up, picked the tin and stared at the unexpected guest with eyes full of love.

‘What’re you doing here?’ she asked, feeling her cheeks getting burnt with red fire.

‘I have bought a computer…ok, laptop, cell. What else? SIM-cards and I need your help. How shall I use these all?’

‘What? You’ve bought?’ she couldn’t help smiling. ‘Wait a second. I’ll give coffee to my mum and come down to you. Will you be waiting for me here?’

‘You don’t want to acquaint me with your mum, do you?’

‘Kharon!’ Victoria exclaimed in confusion. ‘Before it we have to make up a weepy story about your appearance in my life. That’s why I’d like to have a walk across the city…to communicate with you.’

‘I am waiting.’ The man answered humbly.

He followed the girl with his eyes when she came into the entrance hall, he watched the wind disarranged her hair, the dark entrance side hid her out of his sight.

In an hour they were sitting in a café, Victoria was looking into the demon’s cell.

‘So, this is your phone number. That’s mine. You can find them in your contacts. You can text. Here. You have to open your messages. Then find a necessary phone number, text here and send…’

The demon was listening, examining the device and rarely smirked. What a strange device! Demons communicated with each other by means of thoughts! And if you put it like that then they weren’t very talkative guys. They absolutely didn’t need cells for connection.

‘It’s a little bit difficult with your laptop,’ Victoria took a sigh, opening the lap, ‘Why do you need this one, by the way?’

‘I saw the same on your table. I don’t need this?’ Kharon asked sadly.

‘I don’t know. Actually, if you work and study, then you do, of course, any laptop… Let me tell you in shorts how to use it. We’re gonna create your e-mail account…’

‘Could you sit closer to me?’ Kharon put his arm around the nervous girl.

‘Closer?’

‘I need to feel your warmth, constantly…your human warmth…’

Victoria sat closer and…that’s all. She couldn’t think of any laptop. She was slowly going sexually mad because of his hand on her waist, playful fingers gently touching her. Her breathing was getting faster, the heart was beating like a drum, her thoughts were gone. His hot lips sank down on her cheek. His hands squeezed her stronger.

‘Kharon…’ the girl begged. ‘We’re in a public place… and you’re making me lose my mind.’

‘What’s about public places?’ the demon was surprised, for a minute he stopped kissing the girl burning with passion.

‘Such behaviour is unacceptable in public places. It’s a kind of intimacy.’

‘Oh, really?’ Kharon smiled. ‘I’ve seen lots of kissing couples in streets. They didn’t look antisocial.’

He fixed his lips in hers again, strongly embracing her body.

‘Excuse me!’ an unwanted waiter appeared from nowhere and broke the passion kiss. There was another man near him. ‘Should I bring the bill, or you would like anything else?’

Kharon was staring at Victoria’s lips, in her turn she was staring the waiter, trying to recognize him as a saviour or a cuckoo in the nest.

‘May I have a coffee with a syrup… any one? Cappuccino.’ She said, holding firmly the demon’s hand. ‘Are they auditing?’ Vic asked herself, watching the waiter and the man walking away.

‘What auditing?’ Kharon asked understanding nothing.

‘You know, people sometimes come to check how other people work. Do you see our waiter being followed by a man? He looks like he’s not satisfied with the waiter’s work already.’

‘Why? It’s possible…’ Kharon said aloofly, looking at the lone figure of the waiter. ‘Auditing…’

‘There’re lots of people here…and you wanna kiss!’ Victoria smiled, pressing herself to Kharon who was deep in his thoughts.

In five minutes, the waiter came back with the same man nearby, put the coffee and left.

‘He doesn’t even look how the waiter is working!’ the girl surprised. ‘He was looking into my eyes! Have you seen that? How can he see the people’s work in proper perspective?’

Victoria was indignant at the auditor’s behaviour and Kharon was getting gloomier with her every word that she said.

‘Whom are you speaking about?’ he asked, having deflected his attention away from his thoughts.

‘About that guy!’ Vic showed at the empty space near the waiter.

Kharon shifted his gaze at Victoria, then back at the empty place and suddenly he started getting what was going on and his gloomy thought was being confirmed.

‘Ah, okay…’ he pretended, ‘I see. Let’s go for a walk.’

Vic smiled, having said that first of all she’d like to finish her coffee. All that time Kharon was on pins and needles, being afraid of that Victoria would notice that she was the only one who could see the “auditor”.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly until the girl went outside.

They were walking, holding hands, suddenly a couple appeared before them: a guy and a girl.

The young man was sad, hiding his hands in his pockets, looking at the road under his feet. The girl had glassy eyes and walked right into Victoria.

‘Damn!’ Vic jumped away trying to dodge away and bumped into another man.

‘What?’ Kharon caught the girl into his arms.

‘Have you seen?’ Vic exclaimed offensively. ‘She was gonna bump right into me! If I’d not got away, she’d have been hit me… Nothing new is in this city…’

Kharon frowned, shot a look at guy, who was lonely walking away. The demon didn’t know what to do that’s why he just kissed the girl and, embracing her, kept on going.

‘Are all people so heedless?’ he tried to shunt the conversation on another topic.

‘Mostly yes, they are.’ Victoria calmed down. ‘Where are you gonna live? Have you decided?’

‘Yes, I’ve found a flat in the centre of the city. It’s not far from Teatralnaya. Is there such station?’

‘Right, there is! Teatralnaya?’ Vic surprised. ‘It’d cost too much…’

The demon looked at her with a blank stare. She explained him that to live in the centre of Moscow was a very costly affair and often beyond means. After that Victoria understood that Kharon had nothing in common with people but only his appearance.

Nevertheless, his appearance was like an angel’s face. The girl had never ever seen such beauty…unnatural.

‘Forget about it!’ she smiled, pressing herself to him.

He was so hot, and his warmth was streaming through the young veins like hot chocolate; his hands were so strong that Victoria wanted those two years to be eternal. She was a naïve stupid girl not a complete idiot. She didn’t believe in in fairy tales.

‘Tell me what you felt for Daniel?’ Kharon wandered suddenly. ‘Did you love him?’

‘Why are you asking?’

‘Your relationship lasted not so long…You broke up with him because of that hot blonde, didn’t you?’

‘I still don’t get why you’re asking about it. Well if you’re so interested… I loved him. I loved him too much when we started dating. He was older than I, a presentable young man with hopeful perspective. What else did I need? Then I got that I needed long and eternal love. My love was killed by him. He was a man of a strong character and his disadvantages were opened one by one. Then you appeared and I… Jesus, I lost my mind. His hot blonde became a perfect reason to break up with no true explanation.’

‘Do you think you love me?’ the man stopped and stared into her eyes. ‘Tell me the truth, Victoria. What do you feel for me?’

‘What I feel for you is stronger than that I felt about Daniel. I want to live with you, live your life, I want you to be always near you, feel your hotness, strong hands, I want to be able to look in your eyes, where another universe is shining… I am lost in my own feelings.’

‘Do people call it love?’

‘No, I call it love. Love can’t be the same for different people.’

‘Yeah?’ Kharon pondered. ‘It’s strange, at least, women, whom I spent their nights, had the same end.’

‘You confuse love and passion.’ Victoria smiled.

‘Oh, dear, I think it’s you who confuse them, that’s why you have Lucifer’s mark on your shoulder.’

‘So that’s what you think…’ Vic looked in his eyes.

‘I’ve just supposed you to confuse them. What if it was thoughtless action?’

‘I have nothing to feel sorry about.’

Kharon went behind her. He watched her back, curvy red hair, T-shirt tight-fitting her waist, scent… That was not the same scent which France gave to the whole world. It was her natural scent which could be smelled by only the incubus, walking behind. There was something about that girl. Lucifer called her Sunshine for some reason. Victoria really radiated light associations. You would want to look at her and smile. That was what Kharon did.

The only one bad thing was that Kharon didn’t compassion. Every woman made a declaration of love for him, after having had sex with him. All of them suffered. The demon got used to his admirers. The only thing about Victoria made him be surprised: she didn’t make love with him, she just foolishly fell in love with him…. He was afraid of thinking about what would happen when the first most impetuous sex happened.

It was about midnight. Victoria was in her room, Kharon was in front of her. They both kept silence. The girl was just gazing at him and couldn’t take her eyes off him. Kharon didn’t know how to act. He was a first-class love maker. None of other incubus could be compared with his skills. But Kharon wasn’t able just to communicate.

‘Have you ever loved?’ Vic asked.

‘What?’ he asked in surprise.

‘Nothing. Nothing.’ Victoria smiled. ‘You know, thanks to this day I’ve spent with you, that kind part of day and the evening, I got that you’re not so scary. I’m not afraid of you anymore.’

‘Victoria…’ Kharon bowed his head. ‘I’m a demonic essence. There are no any definitions of some virtues in me. I’m, of course, never notable for cruelty as some of my compatriots, but not to be afraid of a demon is thoughtlessly. On no account I call you to be afraid, but there’s a due apprehension. I wonder why I’m telling this to you…’

Kharon smiled and sat near the girl. She got nervous immediately, getting her cheeks red, trifled hair tips.

‘I don’t understand your confusion, dear.’ Kharon took her hand. ‘Why is it? What are you feeling now?’

‘Desire…’ Victoria gave a deep sigh.

‘Desire?’ Kharon smiled, touching her shoulder with his lips. ‘Why are you resisting it? Why are you repulsing my endearment?’

‘You can’t make human relationship in such way.’ Victoria ran her hands over his cheek.

‘So, you chose a demon to make a human relationship?’ the man was surprised, undoing his upper button.

Victoria seemed to herself to be about to faint because of indescribable pictures.

‘No…Love did, not me. I’ve been still praying for God’s mercy, but it seems to be senselessly.’

‘I know about your praying, I can hear your consciousness stream. And I hear something else, also. Can’t you hear it? Can’t you hear your own inner voice that’s calling in with your lust? They both want your too much correct consciousness to let them get what you paid for…’

Victoria was saying good-bye to her sense. It was so difficult to stay alone with yourself, when you heard a nice voice of a desirable man, the mind took to flight like a rotten deserter. Only words made the girl be in unspeakable ecstasy. She was about to die of eternal stream of euphoria.

‘…Speak to me, speak…’ the demon undid his third button of his shirt, kissing her fingertips. ‘What are you feeling now? Just a desire?’

Victoria emitted a gently moan and almost waved her hand to reality, when she understood that she wasn’t feeling any touches.

‘You’re a virgin…’ Kharon looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Vic jumped up on the bed and started setting her T-short and hair in a hurry.

‘What do you mean a virgin? I’ve had men…’ she informed being offended.

‘I know. You’re a mental virgin. Love is a sacrament which should be being studied not for a year. I’m thousand years old and I’ve still been studying because it’s very seldom when you can find the same women. Nobody told and showed you anything. You had just sex like milliard others, with participation of a woman and a man both. I’m ready to give you one more participant — love. Sex isn’t a sex when there is a man, a woman and love. It grows into a high love and you’re lucky to get it being awakened.’

Kharon grabbed the shocked girl showered her with voluptuous kisses. Victoria didn’t have time to give a squeak. That’s all, she gave up. Her strength failed her to say him “no”. She didn’t want to say it anymore.

Suddenly Kharon got frozen and stopped breathing for a while. That time was enough for Victoria to get back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked at her seducer in surprise.

‘What’s up?’ she worried, glancing at the confused face in front of her.

‘I have something vibrating in my trousers…’ the man frowned and got up from the bed.

With two fingers he pulled his cell out of his pocket. A quiet chuckle was heard. Kharon shifted his gaze at the girl: having closed her mouth with her hands, she was chuckling.

‘It isn’t vibrating any more… What does it want?’ the demon gave the device to Victoria.

‘It’s a message.’

‘From whom?’

‘Spam. People, automatic systems always suggest you buy something, to get a credit, to win a car… Different nonsense.’

The man looked at the cell and the girl with a serious countenance.

‘What am I supposed to do with it?’

‘You can delete message or forget about it. No answer needs. No share participation needs, neither.’

Vic rose up, went up to the frozen man and started buttoning his shirt.

‘I’ve got another interview tomorrow… I have to sleep a bit. If you’re not busy, we can meet in the evening. What do you think?’

‘Are you turning me out?’ he was truly surprised.

‘No. I’m giving you a hint that I’m tired. The last day and a half events exhausted me a little bit and made me be nervous. I have lost lots of strength to meet with Lucifer… Then you appeared and I lost my mind completely. I’m a human and it’s difficult to communicate with your world, feel something for you.’

Kharon knitted his brows and looked at the girl, carefully listened to her, trying to understand. But he couldn’t. Everything what he could get was that the girl wanted him to leave.

He knew nothing about relax, he knew nothing about exhaustion. But with diligence he studied people, trying to create a formula “if…, then….”. In this case he was successful, having remembered that “if a person is tired then he needs some rest”.

‘Ok, I see.’ He agreed without murmur. ‘What do I have to do before leaving? Just to disappear?’

‘No. You have to kiss me. Then to say good night.’

‘Is that what you do before sleeping? People, I mean.’

‘Well, not all. Only those do it who get on with each other at least… or beloved. Strangers won’t do anything like this.’

‘I see.’ Kharon smiled having embraced the girl. ‘I’m gonna just kiss you…’ he informed, having felt her being got nervous because of his touches. ‘And say good night.’

Kharon was walking in the city centre. There were lots of people and the demon didn’t know where to look first. He had to observe people’s behaviour in usual life. He had to find out what they did when they weren’t in bed and how they communicated.

He got into a night café outside the building at Nikolskaya street and started looking over couples.

And marvel happened! People were so different. They had everything different! Kharon was in perturbation. In the beginning when Lucifer indicated his will, the demon was sure that, “uh, people! A flock of lustful small fries! What could he be taught by them? What could they give?”

And there was a cocky demon, seducer of women’s hearts, was sitting and getting how common men won women’s favour. Why did Victoria reject him so many times when they had many possibilities to enjoy each other? What else was he supposed to do?

And certainly, he didn’t understand what the girls had in their minds. She got Lucifer from under the ground in literally way, gave him her soul, had Supreme Incubus in her hands for two years and then said: “get out, I’m tired”. Being on the earth within 24 hours Kharon was philosophizing of women’s logic and its consequences.

A couple sat to the table near him: a young man helped his girl to sit. Kharon noticed everything: the young man pulled out the chair, waited for the girl to sit, then pulled in the chair. Finally, he sat himself in front of her. His eyes were full of love, gazing at the girl while being frowned she was looking over the menu which a waiter had brought. There was a small bunch consisted of three burgundy roses. Doubtlessly that was the young man who had given the flowers to the girl.

Flowers. Kharon checked the first feature which was often met along Nikolskaya street. If a girl was walking with flowers, there was a big possibility that a man walking near her, was her admirer. Also, she could walk with flowers after having dated if a young man didn’t accompany her.

Eyes. That was the second feature which Kharon paid attention to. Almost all the men were looking at their girls like if there were goddesses before them. They idolized their ladies with only their looks. Their eyes were shining. That was true! They were glaring! They looked so alive for the demon, that he was deeply thoughtful if he could look at any woman in the same way as they did.

Kharon noticed mentored voices and selfish looks of the girls. Due to their countenance, it was understandable that what was going on around, had to be. There was no door number three.

Smiles. One more feature that Kharon checked to himself. Most of beloved were smiling. Their smiles and thoughts didn’t always have connection, of course, but nevertheless, the men had their lips corners up, and the girls glowed with pride, smiling to everyone. Kharon liked smiling and that task shouldn’t have been a problem.

Holding hands in hands was what Kharon checked, too. What important was there in that way of touching? Why did men and women like holding hands in hands?

Kharon spelled out the information, in advance created an action plan in relation to his complicated girl — Victoria.

Could he say “my girl”? What did people put into this definition? My girl meant mine… Was he able to do with her whatever he wanted? Did he need to know her desires? Were “property” and “girl” equal?

He saw couples who frowned were waking separately. A young man wandered with his head low, and a girl walked, crossed her hands on her chest and looked with a vacant stare somewhere ahead. Kharon could read minds and gazes: she looked just because she had eyes. She wasn’t interested in looking over the night street.

What could make them be sad? What was the reason that they were walking like strangers? The demon didn’t know that strangers were ok for human relationship. Time mercilessly took everything that people were happy with. Step by step people were turning back from each other, stopping understanding each other, and one fine day they would wake up, look at each other and coincidently wonder: “Who are you and why are you lying in my bed?”

The demon didn’t think of real complexity of human relations, of the crazy spectrum of their unexplainable feelings and murderous interventions of consciousness. While Kharon was observing the people possessed with passion, maybe, love, he tried to understand them at once.

Kharon put on every human movement. Could he do the same? What did he feel about the girl with Lucifer’s mark? Did he really feel?

Doubtlessly he understood he wanted to make love with her. She smelled of sex and despite of she was too young and awfully inexperienced, the demon felt a sexual moth-to-the-flame. Was it good? Was it enough for a woman? Sex in dreams was what he needed. He was never rejected, ashamed and always wanted. All his women waited for continuation in next dream, without thinking that they were going to die after the first night. None of them thought that the same thing could happen in reality.

Kharon was observing all people. He was listening to human speech and reading their minds. It was very often when speaking didn’t fit thinking. Sometimes speaking was beautiful and Kharon listened with delight to it. But there were wild thoughts floating through the head about how they were fed up with all of that. And good thinking and better speaking were more seldom.

Kharon was highly motivated not to disappoint his Lord and the girl whom disrespectful future would be waiting for.