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‘Sure, thank you, Anne.’ Kharon intently looked at the reddish drink before his nose and through it at Victoria’s distorted face.
The girl greedily got the plastic tube, swallowing the cold drink, rich with coconut taste. But her eyes fixed at the waitress with a foxy gaze Vic was looking for the name tag all over her clothes but there was no the one. She shifted her gaze at Kharon. The corners of his mouth dimpled in the beginnings of a smile and he answered her with a genial look. Then he felt inside a feeling that people usually had for their other halves.
‘Why?’ he asked, twisted the glass.
‘Drink.’ Her commanding tone confused the demon a bit, but he decided not to play this game.
Kharon pulled a long face and Vic worried a little because of it. The mood was sharply changing to dark and some external factors became a reason for it. At that moment Vic understood that she was the reason of her beloved man’s mood was changing.
Kharon lifted up the glass and emptied it at one gulp with no wince. He continued looking cloudy at the girl.
‘Why?’ he repeated his question.
‘I don’t understand what you’re speaking about.’ Victoria cast down her eyes and touched his hand. ‘You always ask something in a mysterious way…’
‘Why are you jealous?’
‘I’m not.’
‘And now you’re lying…’ Kharon smiled ironically and at once, right out of the blue, grabbed the girl passing by. ‘Anne, may I ask you to bring two more Bloody Mary?’
He held her hand, his beautiful eyes heavily burned into her. The waitress, mouth agape, looked at the hypnotizer’s eyes. With her right hand she pottered around her apron pocket looking for the worksheet and the pen.
‘Sure… Anything else?’ she asked quiet hardly audibly because of loud music.
‘That’s all now.’ The demon burned her with his eyes, reading her mind which was separated to be for and against that was happening.
The man let her hand and started studying Victoria. Anger was rising inside her and that was visible with the naked eye.
‘You’re not jealous now, are you?’ he asked spitefully. ‘Come on, dear, lie to me again and I’ll demonstrate your lie for you.’
Vic turned away. The damn waitress. Vic was annoyed with the rival’s presence and her own inabilities to control her feelings. Anne came back in 5 minutes with two cocktails. She instinctively gave the man a smiling look. That lasted for a second and probably dragged by the head and ear, but it was, and Vic saw it clearly.
Anne put the cocktails in front of the demon, took away the empty glass from Victoria and went to get the second Pina Colada.
‘Hope you blind now!’ Vic said in rage after the walking away girl.
The demon screwed up his eyes after he had heard the terrible wish and, in several minutes, a sharp scream was heard. Anne, the same waitress ran out of the kitchen, holding her hands over her face howling. All people gazed at her being in shock with no understanding what was going on. The girl kept on howling and a kitchen boy was running around her, saying sorry and justifying himself that he hadn’t seen her come up to him. The pan full of boiling oil occasioned to fall right on her face…
‘My eyes!’ the poor girl was crying.
Victoria’s heart sank as she understood the horror of happening. Kharon was serious and studying Victoria and her reaction. Her hatred vanished into thin air. But there was pity and hatred for herself. A contempt for herself.
‘It can’t be…’ Kharon heard Vic’s whisper through the deafening Anne’s screams.
Kharon was silent. He had nothing to say. He knew the secret which he had been told to keep silence of. Besides he had just seen for himself the witch work
‘Kharon, please, tell me that it’s not true,’ Vic sobbed again, dried her mouth with the back of her hand.
‘What exactly?’ the demon had nothing to do but to act innocent.
‘That wasn’t me? That’s not my telling?’ Vic looked for his support.
‘What are you speaking about, love?’
‘About the thing I’ve told her… and now she’s waiting for ambulance with scalds over her face…’
‘Ah,’ Kharon glanced at the bar where Anne and her colleagues had just been. ‘No, I don’t think so. It’s coincidence. Just it is. But anyway, you have to be careful with what you say.’
Victoria’s eyes, still filled with tears, fixed at the demon. She felt confoundedly bad and ashamed. The feeling of guilt had a personal beef against the already bedevilled flesh.
‘Actually, all people must think before they speak. You don’t want still to understand that some of your wishes can come true. Be afraid of your wishes.’
He smiled mysteriously, having flung an ominous glance at the girl. Somewhere inside of the depth of her body and soul she realized what Kharon was speaking about but neither her mind nor her heart was doing to accept the harsh truth which she didn’t want to believe in.
‘Why did you say it to her?’ Kharon put the third empty glass.
‘I don’t know.’ Vic drooped head on breast and closed her face with her hands. ‘The way she looked at you… The way you held her hand, you spoke her name… Yes, Kharon, it’s called definitely a jealousy and I’m jealous of you! That’s no big surprise! I love you and I’m jealous of you. I wanted her to die but something stopped me.’
‘It’s funny.’ The demon narrowed his eyes. ‘When you’re angry I can hear your thoughts. They are screaming about death, demanding of realization. I heard it. But honestly, I hoped they weren’t your thoughts. Until now I’ve known you as the kindest and the most sympathetic person whom I’ve ever met. What’s wrong with you? How do you connect “I love you” and mad blindly jealousy? Answer me!’
Victoria was nervous, emptying her glass. Her hands were constantly touching something, eyes were looking for something to be fixed at. She could just sit with no move. Anxiety, that had captured her body, confused her, depriving of courage.
‘I’m listening.’ Kharon remind her of himself and his question.
‘It’s so noisy here… It’s Friday. I can’t hear my own thoughts…’
‘Vic!’ the demon interrupted her. ‘I’ll help you.’
With a repulsive smile he rose up from his chair and, having took couple of steps, turned to be near the girl. He sat too close to her on the leather sofa after he clasped the nervous girl tightly.
His fingers running through her hair, suddenly stopped and like pincers started getting into her occipital region of head. Victoria tried to throw back her head to press the man’s hand. With the second hand the man moved weakly resisting girl to him closer and kissed. He had already noticed that during a voluptuous kiss her stopping power and blockade of the thoughts were getting weaker and he had little difficulty to get what Vic was thinking of.
The demon kept on mind-blowingly kissing the girl, depriving her of air and mind. All around was becoming dark and more intimate, the light was fading away, stroking burning passionate couple with its rays.
There was no one around but romantic music. There was a shining sphere under the ceiling and the kiss eternally lasted. It was so important for Vic making her heart flouter like a butterfly under the pressure of his warm and sweet lips. His embraces, so strong, passionate and warm, were important for her.
‘I’m still listening to you,’ for a second the incubus pulled back from Victoria’s lips.
She needed that fleeting second to grasp the air into her lungs and come back to the ocean of the passion to give herself fully to it.
‘Will you say it, or shall I say?’ Kharon whispered his question, more and gently and tighter slapping her waist.
She had already forgot about the waitress, her words and horrible coincidence. She had forgotten about her jealousy as Kharon belonged only to her at that moment. She felt and accept it with pleasure.
‘I see, dear,’ his hot lips fell down over her neck a little below the earlap. ‘I’ll tell… myself.’
Victoria threw back head and fell into illusive pleasure. Kharon’s arms were still embracing her quaggy body playing like a conductor of human contumelious thoughts.
‘You’re selfish,’ the man whispered with a smile on his lips. ‘Selfishness. This word is on the top of your tongue. I’m your property, aren’t I? That’s how you treat me… Like a property.’
‘No, no.’
‘Ohm, I hear other things,’ the demon stopped his mind-blowing kisses. ‘You’ve even forgotten about people’s presence and that they’re looking at us.’
Victoria opened her eyes. The demon was right, the Friday party people were still in the pub, drinking without being ashamed they looked at the incubus passion. The girl adjusted her jacket, hair and turned away from obstinate eyes.
‘Not property.’ She concluded.
‘I’ve already heard everything I need. I’m supposed to belong only to you as you love me. That’s an interesting logic. Do you want me to share my point of view?’
Vic silently nodded, hiding under her hair the red colour of shame on her cheeks. She still felt awkwardly because she had been out of line having let the demon almost make love with her in the middle of the pub.
‘I’ve been with people on earth for two months already. I don’t sit at home and wait for you to come back like your dog. I’m working on my understanding of human life psychology. I’ve read more than dozens of male and female thoughts and drawn the conclusion that many women make equal of their lovers and their properties. You do the same. In this case for some reason people deprive each other of soul, implementing the value of materialism. This is not the question of trust. You can trust but “it’s mine” isn’t gonna gone. You are selfish. You wanna be the only woman in the world who I’m allowed to touch and look at.’
‘I can’t control this feeling. You’re probably right. I really wanna be the only one in your life. But my mind understands that it’s impossible. It remembers what I had to sacrifice to be with you now. But my heart, Kharon, like a heart of any person is organized more difficult than you used to believe – four chambers of flesh. My heart will never agree with my mind. They have absolutely different ways of thinking, so different that my mind will never arrive at the conclusion which my heart does. Communicating so close to people…to me you have to take this fact into account. Because when you eavesdrop my inner fight and dialogs you have to be ready to listen to my heart testimony not to my mind. What place does jealousy take in hell?’
The man looked at the girl in bewilderment.
‘Jealousy? In hell? I wouldn’t say we’re too jealousy. We have no problems with jealousy. Our population is perfectly aware of whose property is it and nobody applies for it. It’s useless. Everything that a demon has, remains with him if he wants it to have. When he has no need of it then he gets rid of it. Others don’t usually pick up the things of naught. It’s beneath their dignity.’
‘So, you don’t really have any idea what an adultery can mean, do you?’
‘Oh, dear, you’re so funny!’ Kharon smiled. ‘Victoria, you can’t make me be jealous, you can’t change me. I don’t know what it is.’
‘Well that’s unfortunate. But I’ll try to prove that human feelings are unique and if you started feeling your life would never be the same.’
Kharon silently looked at her olive eyes, returning to life fire in them, the flame of which hoped to set a fire of universe size. Those eyes were full of selflessness and love and at the same time there was no limits for their selfishness.
Her wavy red hair, accurate cut in line with the lower line of her shoulder blade, seemed to be changing its colour. It was getting full of inauspicious colour letting it through itself, being covered with unbelievable shine, glow luminescence. Thoroughly spread flecks of sunlight made her face seem to be more exquisite and elegant, bitchy and made the demon have fun.
Yes, hell, you couldn’t say kind about the girl’s face. Before nice red hair, that had provoked Lucifer to produce two drops of sentimentalism, was like an indicator of danger at that time, like bright spots of steppe spider. Now Kharon saw clearly that her mind wasn’t aware as usual, but her heart seemed to have guessed the presence of impure, massive power inside her body, the potentials of which hadn’t been discovered and recognized by anyone yet.
‘You’re very beautiful…’ the demon was serious.
He didn’t want to charm Victoria. He well knew that she was already charmed by him. He just wanted to say it to her. He wanted to hear his opinion changed. In the very beginning of the summer she had seemed to him to be a nice-looking little fool.
‘Me?’ Vic grinned.
Her cheeks glowed like fire, her eyes twinkling. She wanted so much to hide under some shell and keep on speaking out of there.
‘It’s amazing really,’ the man whispered touching her cheek covered with red. ‘I’ve seen your body with no single thread of these stupid clothes. I’ve been inside you in every way. I’ve kissed you all, every inch of your body… And you’re still blushing.’
After said Vic got more blushed feeling her memories crawl into her mind.
‘But you’ve never told me that I’m beautiful…’
‘Ah, that’s the point.’ The demon smiled. ‘I’ll fix that.’
Victoria was startled and handed into her bag. Her phone was ringing off the hook. The girl didn’t need to look at the display. She just knew who was calling.
‘Yes, mum.’ She answered with a smile.
‘I’m at the hospital. Grandma had a blood-stroke.’
12
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’
