‘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.
13
th
November 2013 (Wednesday)
Kharon appeared in the flat when there was no one. The man fatefully leaned against the wall in the hall, out of the corner of his eye looked at the note on the table.
Victoria had left for work in a perfect mood. Certainly, when she opened her eyes, she was ready to be paralyzed and she was so surprised when having opened the eyes at the sound of the alarm clock Vic understood that she could move not only the limbs.
Being a little bit shocked and happy simultaneously she rushed to the kitchen to make delicious breakfast for her beloved, but she didn’t find anyone in the bed.
Victoria called Kharon but an automatic female voice said that the subscriber was unavailable. Being sure that Kharon stayed at his own home, Vic cooked bacon and eggs, thinking of why she was full of energy and power this time. In some time, she found an explanation for this phenomenon. They had sex at the demon’s territory in artificial place where Victoria hadn’t been able to relax completely and that’s why she didn’t give all her energy. Her subconsciousness took care if she had needed to run or even worse fight. She had to keep power at any price. That was the only one rational explanation which Victoria could provide for her unusual activity.
Kharon pulled off his shoes and came up to the table, carefully took the two-fold piece of paper.
“Сhéri,
I couldn’t call up for you, so I’ve decided to leave the note. I hope your mood is as in the groove as mine. I don’t know what happened but I’m full of strength! It scares me and it’s wonderful simultaneously. Your breakfast is on the oven, juice is in the fridge. Coffee is near the oven. See you in the evening. Madly love you.
Thank you for the night and expressed trust.”
The demon was sitting at the table and drinking coffee studying the note, imagining what a mess the girl had in her head now.
Victoria was on the train in the metro, leaned against the doors. She was in a really good mood. Without hiding the smile, she examined the dejected countenance of passengers, remembering the night.
At one of the stations Victoria noticed something unusual. In the middle of the carriage something came in. Her heart began beating with fear while she was looking at the creature coming into the carriage. Victoria didn’t understand what exactly drew her attention to it. It looked like a human. The man was of middle aged and at his face genuine indifference was to everything froze. But something wrong was with that man, something that usual people didn’t have. He was completely different… But only Victoria saw it.
Having come into the carriage the man stayed nearby the doors but then he shifted his gaze purposefully at Victoria. When their eyes met Victoria understood that he wasn’t just a human. He was looking at her straight and a cynical and presumptuous smile crawled his lips.
For counted seconds, like the 25th frame for a second, the man turned into a black figure 2 meters and a half in high, humpbacked, bent head under the ceiling. He had wide-spread wings like wings of a bat but blacker and thicker. He had horns on his head like a Caucasian goat had. His face was mutilated but Victoria couldn’t understand with what. It looked like his skin was eaten by severe erosions and mischievous sores. There were scars, cuts, repulsive and disgusting. His teeth resembled a predator’s ones. It was huge, long fangs, jutted out in a mess in his mouth, imposing a great horror. His skin was black like that creature had come out of a burnt building.
It was big and massive. Victoria saw the monster only for several seconds and then it turned back into a usual man.
