‘Victoria… Nice to meet you. I hope it was nice for you, too. It’s the 3rd of September 2013. I am going to take you soul on the 3rd of September 2015, then the seal will be gone.’
‘How will you take it?’ the girl asked shyly, touching her shoulder.
‘You will see! Hope to see you soon, Victoria. It’s pleasure of mine to have a deal with you.’
Lucifer smiled and disappeared. Vic took a sigh and felt so tired as if someone wasted her. She barely had strength to come up to the bed to fall and got asleep.
3
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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.’
