The woman spoke with Kharon through clenched teeth after she had finally found something obnoxious and unpleasant of him. She was sure that the man of such face, such money, such body and speech couldn’t be a good man whom her daughter needed. She noticed his exaggerated and caddish self-confidence, mischievous countenance, lofty mien… “Big-headed asshole” was what Vic’s mother thought. All the evening she was waiting for him to leave finally.

Victoria was in the well hall, embracing with the man of her dreams. She didn’t want to let him go.

‘Let’s do it tomorrow?’ she asked.

‘What?’

‘Move to your place.’

‘Yeah, about “move to my place”… I didn’t hear you have such a desire. I was in your mind but there was nothing. Do you hide it from me? How?’

‘Hide?’ Victoria frowned. ‘The whole evening I’ve been thinking that we’ll go to you tomorrow… whispering to you to say my mum about it but you seemed not to have heard me and it’s not about the move.’

The demon frowned, put his warm hands on her temples and closed his eyes. He easily came into her mind to look for her thoughts. There were many halls and greyness. It was like drizzling eternally, that covered visibility, occulting with its monotonous whisper every rustle and move. Kharon was running through the halls, seeking for anything, any sound or letter. Fortunately for him, he found. He deafly heard a vacuum whisper of invisible lips, asking for kiss…

‘I can hear them.’ Kharon said quietly, having pressed the girl’s temples stronger. ‘I can hear. They’re asking for kiss. Asking for tearing off the clothes and examining the perfect body with my lips by inches. They’re asking: “I wanna go with you…now” Take you? Now?’

Kharon opened his eyes and studied the girl. There were tears in her eyes, they were begging him to do it now.

‘Go get ready for move. I’ll be waiting for you here.’ Kharon nodded towards the door and smiled.

Vitoria kissed the man and ran back to the flat to pack things she would need at first.

‘What’re you doing?’ Olga Vladimirovna was staying in the doorway, having grossed her arms on her chest.

‘Packing my stuff.’

‘Where?’

‘To Kharon. Where else.’

‘I don’t wanna you go to him. I don’t like him. Are you listening to me, Vic?’

‘Mum!’ Victoria got frozen for a moment. ‘We’ve discussed everything already.’

‘Do you hear me?’ Olga Vladimirovna raised voice. ‘I don’t want you to go to him.’

‘Is there anybody who’s gonna accept the things that I want?’ Vic turned back to her beg, putting her laptop and cosmetic case into it.

‘This is a bad idea, Vic. Absolutely bad.’

‘Why? Why are you speaking like this? Why don’t you want me to be happy?’

‘Your happiness is what I’m speaking about…’

‘Oh really?’ the girl glared. ‘I think you’re speaking about your happiness, as usual. All my life you’ve been thinking for me, imposing your opinion on me. Sorry mum, but can I choose a man for me from my personal perspective? Can I like him, not you?’

‘What the hell are you talking? That’s disgraceful! This is his influence, isn’t it? Daniel was a good man for you… But you’re not interested in him. Of course, you look for freaks and peasants. What do you know about him?’

‘I know about him enough!’ Vic shouted, having grabbed her beg. ‘I’m not interested in Daniel because you like him not me! Let me go!’

‘What’s there on your blade?’ Olga Vladimirovna stayed in the doorway, blocking her daughter’s way.

‘Nothing.’ Vic answered with a snarl.

‘Vic!’ an austere voice sounded.

‘Tattoo!’

‘Tattoo…what? Are you out of your mind?’ the woman asked in a low voice, being worried. ‘I’m asking you, aren’t you quite right in the head?’

‘That’s all, mum. I’ll call you tomorrow.’

‘No, not tomorrow. I forbid you to go with that bastard anywhere!’

‘Mum!’ Vic smirked. ‘I’m not a child. I’ll go with him. Tomorrow I’ll pack other stuff I need. I’m begging you don’t be upset with me and try, just once in my damned life, to understand me and my feelings. I love him. Do you understand it?’

‘I do, Vic, I clearly do, moreover I can see! You know what I see? He doesn’t care about you and your feelings. I don’t want him to break your heart.’

‘You’re the person who’s breaking my heart now. Stop it, mum. Everything’s gonna be ok. You can trust me. Is that too much to ask?’

Olga Vladimirovna sighed and let the girl in the heat of rage go.

‘This door is always opened for you.’

‘Thanks.’

Victoria came to the well hole and found Kharon smiling. He defiantly took her bag, instantly looking at her eyes.

‘Your mother doesn’t like me at all.’

‘Yeah, that’s true.’

‘That’s true? I think it’s called hatred. Certainly, I’m not used to hear women hate me, but you know, this is a funny feeling. She’s selfish. Is that what you call it?’

‘What it?’ Victoria smiled.

‘When people hear and listen to only themselves. When they are sure that the sun goes around only for them. When they think that all the world will be waiting. From here,’ the demon took the girl’s hands and out them on his chest, ‘Yes? The heart, and then into the mind, yes? Is selfishness here?’ Kharon pointed at the girl’s temple. ‘Yes, it is. It’s not in your hearts. Come to me. Closer. Closer. I wanna our bodies adjoin…’

There was a fillip and then it was darkness. A second. Another one. Bright light. Kharon’s kitchen.

‘How did you…?’ Vic looked around.

‘How did I do this? You’ve been preoccupied with this question for a long time…’ Kharon took off his jacket to hang. ‘Do you remember, dear, I told you that we don’t surprise with space and time. But space and time are surprised with us. We subject them, not they. Why are you so surprised?’

‘Why? There are many things in the world you can be surprised with having no stop. You’re surprised with people, but you shouldn’t.’

‘Oh, dear, I’m in the human world for the first time ever.’

‘Oh, I do, obviously, spend every day with incubi and know everything about them!’

Kharon smirked, studying the girl before him.

‘Then surprise me with the joint living…’ The demon came up closer to her and unbuttoned her jacket. ‘Your mother’s seen Lucifer mark. Why didn’t she like, how you call, tattoo on you? What’s the deal with it? I saw millions of people have tattoos.’

‘True, but there are millions of people who think tattoo abnormity and ugliness for the entire life. You see, Kharon, the war between “good” and “bad” will never be finished. The only one problem is that in fact nobody knows what good and bad is. It doesn’t exist but your attitude does, and it can be good or bad. My mum thinks tattoo bad and ugliness…’

‘It’s only for two years.’ He said with a touch of sadness.

‘You’re so strange sometimes!’ Victoria smiled. ‘I know Lucifer to be your boss, you know him personally, you can call and meet him. But if I say to my mum that Lucifer left his mark on my blade who was a guest at our home and we concluded the deal, she will send me in an asylum. It’s not bad already, it’s impudent overkill!’

‘Stupid people,’ the demon whispered, pulling the unbuttoned jacket with his two fingers from the girl. ‘You know almost nothing indeed…’

His mouth greedily came down on her and without stopping, went to the bedroom.

‘Kharon…’ the girl closed her eyes when she felt gravity-free and then the soft bed.

‘You know nothing about the light that gives life to you every second.’ The demon’s pressure drew Vic crazy as she was drunk with the feelings. ‘You don’t know how much strengths and wishes it has to have to give life to the light… How much energy it gives you!’

‘No, no, Kharon, please, stop…’ the girl hugged the hot man too who had deftly relieved her tender body from clothes and there were only her panties left to be put off from the girl magnified with magic whisper.