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The third thing you should follow up is that any creature, agreeing the deal, absolutely craps on his so-called partner! Demons don’t have a team, they work for themselves. Even more they will care less about the person who agrees the deal.
To lie to a hell creature is a bad idea. If a creature is not of lower level, one hundred percent it knows what happens within next fifteen minutes, it could read any thought, which dare creep into head, finds out any plan before it’s going to be executed.
The fourth, hell doesn’t have remorse and it’s no use to appeal to it. Don’t ask anything and don’t stare in surprise. You should just accept this fact. They don’t have remorse. No matter how hard people will try to make them pay attention to remorse, it will be useless. Demons don’t care. A human suffering will never have effect on demons but only in a good way.
Victoria was bound up in reading. She was so much interested in getting known these guys, that she almost forgot earlier she had wanted to find some data of incubus.
The last item in bold fonts with exclamation marks warns: any essence, having come from hell, is dangerous for a human’s life.
Vic closed the book and stared straight before herself. She looked calm but preoccupied. But none of passing by people could guess how scared she was! None of them saw her hands be almost washed out by shivering. Palsy was slowly possessing the girl, covering her lambs with numbness. She had only one question: how far I’ve come already? Was there any turning back?
Having true fear of unidentified Victoria understood that ghost world was very interesting not to give up on it. She’d been living for 20 years rejecting every mysterious being. She had a certain world view where there was no place for a mystical cell. Her conception of modern world development consisted of materialism. Suddenly an opportunity to get something new appeared and she wasn’t able to leave it behind. Fear wasn’t important but interest was too much!
Vic took the phone kept ringing in her pocket.
‘Listening to you, mum’ the girl said tiredly.
‘What’s wrong again, Vic? Why’s there no answer?’ the strong voice sounded on the cell.
‘I’ve been at the preparatory meeting.’ Vic lied before you can say knife. ‘There was another one before the exam. What did you want?’
‘My God, your meetings… So, I accept daily duties today, my colleague asked to relieve her, don’t wait for me. There’s food in the fridge, you know where money is if you need something.’
‘Mum, stop it, I’m not ten and this is not the first time when I’m alone.’
‘Fine, I’ve warned you.’
Olga Vladimirovna hanged off and left her child alone.
It was the nicest thing to know that she was going to be alone at home. Nobody would give advice and push and she would belong to herself. It was really nice!
The girl went to a cafе, thanks God there were lots of them in the street where she ordered dinner and immersed again into searching for information in Internet. The dinner was getting cold, Vic was drinking only coffee, with her eyes fixed on the phone screen.
Between endless advice and arguing the girl found name Lucifer.
Everything that she had read about Lucifer, she got that he absolutely knew how to tie a demon. Moreover, he was a Lord. Besides, he was interested in communication with people. Victoria was sure that Morningstar would help her. But there was no spell in Internet at all.
There was only nonsense: blood, the number thirteen which had unclean connection to Lucifer, if it did, unending number of Pentacles, black candles, crosses, texts of a level better than Bordeaux’ ones. Even Victoria, who wasn’t experienced in practical magic and knew nothing about its theory, understood that described rituals were nothing more but just junk. It was just funny pastime.
The girl remembered her black book which had been bought from the old woman at Lubaynka. Victoria didn’t look through it: all her attention was drawn to the dropped-out piece of paper in Latin.
Ah hour and a half later Vic was in her room, having reached no library. She turned the pages of the dilapidated book, studying and reading it.
By the end of the book Vic had run into the chapter titled “Fero Lux”. Something told her: here was it, Lucifer in his own person. A well-built man with huge wings behind his back and with no face was depicted on the page
‘The Fallen Angel’ Victoria muttered looking into the picture.
The girl switched on the laptop and texted to the stranger from site.
Victoria: ‘Do you know how to summon Lucifer? I need it…’
While Victoria was waiting for the answer, she kept on looking through the book and found something else – “Summoning Lucifer”. Having read the spell, Vic got upset: she seemed to have set a great issue.
Firstly, Lucifer is an original president of hell. To gain Lucifer’s hearing is a chance probably one to thousand, better to say to millions. He just will not come.
Secondly, if for some unexplainable reasons he comes then the caller can get into troubles. A person who sees just a little toe of Lucifer’s foot, can see nothing in his own life. He can just stop a human’s own existing.
Thirdly, Lucifer is very insidious and has no intention to have fun, that’s why the magician must outwatch every little germ of upside-down ideas.
Fourthly, it was the ritual. The spell itself wasn’t scared for Victoria yet. And, the spell was the most inoffensive thing in the whole process. A person who’s waiting for a meeting with Morningstar, must decide in advance, what exactly he or she is ready to sacrifice for the long hoped-for meeting. Even if one’s ready to sacrifice both, life and soul, as well as the body, another important question I asked point-black: does Lucifer need that the human is going to suggest him?
Victoria was thinking for a long time what she could suggest to The Falling Angel if he agreed to come to her. How much could she pay for unknown future?
A little envelope appeared at the dark screen.
Unknown Person: “I hope you’re kidding me? Do you know who Lucifer is? Do you have any ideas what end of the session you can get?”
Victoria: “Yes, I do, I do. I’m ready to pay, I just need him to come.”
Unknown Person: “He won’t come to you. He doesn’t come to the greatest.”
Victoria: “Do you have the spell?”
Victoria was getting angry. She had already read all those precious and warning words in Internet. Why were they so afraid of Lucifer, asking “do you know who he is”? It was just Lucifer. An angel. Angel of God. The former Angel of God. Yeah, he was powerful. Even more than that. Yes, he could kill but a brick could, too! Another thing to look for a meeting with Lucifer was just asking for troubles. But while living one could get into troubles. Or Lucifer’s appearance in a flat was too obvious issue that’s why mind whispered to give up the idea?
Victoria’s mind whispered only one thing: “I want Kharon to be with me…”. It was like a nursery school conflict when children got their so-called adult problems known, a teacher came up to help them, like Morningstar should help Victoria.
Unknown Person: “I do, if you give me a weighty argument.”
Victoria: “A weighty argument? I’ve got into an argument with one of his subordinates.”
Unknown Person: “Funny. Are you going to call for Lucifer in the guise of a judge? Do you think he’ll support you and wag his finger at his subordinate? Don’t be stupid, babe.”
Victoria: “I found a ritual in my book. What do you think, it will work?”
Victoria attached pages scans and sent to the stranger. Then the world immersed into a deadly silence.
The girl read the text again. You must burn three candles, put a bull heart in a silver dish, wait up to three am, write “I pay… for the meeting with you”, seal – it has to be an index and little fingers prints with own blood. After having read the spell you have to stab a knife made of a black steel into the bull heart. Lucifer has to appear in shape of anything and confirm the deal. Then you have to blow two candles. One has to be kept on burning. If one of them is blown out for any reason, you stop the ritual – no one comes. If Lucifer comes the first thing that you have to do is to draw in bull blood a cross on your chest. It works as a defence from the devil.
Unknown Person: “I’ve never heard and seen anything like this. Where did you get it?”
Victoria: “I bought demonology book from an old woman… the book is very ancient.”
Unknown person: “Hm, that’s interesting… Do you wanna have a deal? You scan your book and I scan that one you’ve asked for. Barter. Deal?”
Victoria smiled. Of course, she agreed. She needed any information about demons… about their King.
Unknown Person: “There’s a beautiful text in your spell. When and where will we meet?”
Victoria bit her lip. Right now, whenever else!
Victoria: “Your ideas?”
Victoria was scanning the book and waiting for the envelope to appear like manna from heaven. The stranger asked her to meet at 8 pm at Okhotny Ryad metro station. Victoria had less than three hours before meeting to finish scanning the book and get the destination point.
The book was very thick and every minute later the girl was getting more nervous to be late. She tried to do every movement maximum quickly to save time. She needed no necessary moves. She needed speed. She had to have time and get scan of the manuscripts.
Time pressed when Victoria finished scanning the last page. She put on a jacket, grasped her knapsack, USB flash drive and rushed to the underground.
June did its part. The underground wasn’t too much crowded: many people were on their vacations, students were at home studying examination cards. Victoria forgot completely about her exams and diploma. So, it happens like that when love and passion appear all the other feelings and deeds have to be got out of head.
The stranger said that he would be waiting for her in the middle of the Okhotny Ryad metro station. He would be wearing a white shirt, jeans, cap and gymshoes.
Without too much struggle she recognized the young man among the crowd. He was staying, leaning back on the rail, pulled his cap over his eyes. There was a closed right-angled box in his hand.
‘Hi’ she came up to him.
She didn’t feel any hesitation as she just needed the information.
‘Hi,’ he answered and lifted his eyes.
His eyes were of very beautiful colour. They were chestnut-coloured but also seemed to be of some wine-red colour. Yes, his eyes were too beautiful, but one couldn’t say the same about his face. He had an eagle nose, curve thin lips and bulged out cheekbones.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked.
His voice was pleasant one could listen to it for a long time.
‘Vic, and yours?’ she gazed into his eyes trying to understand any thoughts.
‘Sergey. Now I know your name. And before I wanted to call you just crazy.’
‘Why?’ Vic smiled.
‘Could a sane person want to call for Lucifer?’
Victoria lowered her eyes, hiding the smile.
‘Have you printed your book?’
‘My printer has run out of colour. I’ve got a USB flash and my laptop to prove that it’s not empty.’
‘Foreseeing that’ the guy mystically smiled, ‘I’ve got my laptop, too. Let’s go to a cafе to work if you agree?’
‘Sure, let’s go.’
They got to Manezhnaya Square, found a cosy bar and took coffee. There were two laptops on the table. The young man was looking through the files on the flash. With a happy smile Victoria was swarming in the copies.
Even on the scanned pages she could see that the book didn’t belong to the XXI century. With no problem she found the necessary spell how to tie a demon to. The girl got into the ritual.
‘Where did you get this book, you say?’ Sergey asked, clicking the scans.
‘An old woman sold it.’ Victoria was busy with her own business.
‘It’s a good book. I’m sure there’s only one version of it… Keep it in safe.’
‘Where did you get yours?’
‘My great-great grandmother left it.’
‘Are you a witch?’ Vic asked amazed.
‘A witcher. In the 6
generation. I’m studying to be a witcher. You, on the contrary, seem to know nothing how the magical world is organized.’
‘I don’t conceal it. I’ve discovered this world since recently. Honesty I’m not still sure that it really exists. It’s too much unusual…’
‘You have lots of time to make sure that another world exists. You’ll understand that we are always observed. We have guardians, they guard us. Surely, you had such moments when you wanted to take a step on the road and in the nick of time you stepped back. There were good reasons why. A car rushed out of the corner at the last second and if you had taken that step, then there’d have been coronach at your home. We have those who misdirect us. Bogies, witches, pucks and water spirits, all of them are real. Why do you need Lucifer, by the way? What a dispute does he have to settle?’
‘Nothing. I just wanted to ask him for help.’
‘To ask Lucifer himself? I’m not sure he’ll want to interfere in the petty crime of the lowest level demons.’
‘What is he so busy with? Formalizing vacations and recalculating?’
Sergey looked at the girl and smiled.
‘If he were, people wouldn’t be so afraid of him. You can find an active ritual in the scans which I gave you. I don’t know if that ritual which you sent works…but you can try. But I advise to start from mine. If Lucifer doesn’t come, you’re doing something wrong.’
‘What if he doesn’t want to come, is it considered to be?’ the girl cautiously asked
‘Maybe it is…But there is no “he doesn’t want” in demonology. If you call, then a spirit must come. If you call in a wrong way, a spirit, probably, won’t come but it gets you’re calling him, anyway.’
‘Have you ever summoned Lucifer?’
‘No, I’m not so cocky and bold to come into a contact with Lucifer himself. It’s too dangerous. There’s also information how to tie a demon to. Be careful with that.’
‘Yeah, I’ve got it. May I get your phone number to connect with you if something goes wrong?’
‘Are you getting to be friends?’ Sergey smiled again.
‘Well…’ Vic was confused. ‘Yes, I think, I am.’
Of course, she would be against a friend-witcher when she almost got directly across to The Dark World.
They exchanged phone numbers and went out to on their own errands. Victoria was burning up the road home at rapid-fire pace. She wanted to tie Kharon to her. Then he was going to be near her, supporting and protecting. His face didn’t come out of her head. She was buried under devilish beauty press and weight. Vic didn’t know his personality and his soul if he had the one, she just saw his face and felt his touches. It was enough to bog down in marshy quagmire of love.
There was a cup of hot coffee. The midnight. Victoria was seeking for the needed spell and she found it on one of thousand pages. She needed next components: to draw a pentacle in a circle, five candles. She had to picture the demon’s seal, which was going to be tied to, in the pentacle centre. Then she had to depicted planetary symbols in the corner, begin with Uranus in the upper corner and against the clock there should be: Mars, Saturnus, Neptune and Pluto. That was all. And the last was to read the spell at every pentacle corner.
