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‘It’s a little bit difficult with your laptop,’ Victoria took a sigh, opening the lap, ‘Why do you need this one, by the way?’

‘I saw the same on your table. I don’t need this?’ Kharon asked sadly.

‘I don’t know. Actually, if you work and study, then you do, of course, any laptop… Let me tell you in shorts how to use it. We’re gonna create your e-mail account…’

‘Could you sit closer to me?’ Kharon put his arm around the nervous girl.

‘Closer?’

‘I need to feel your warmth, constantly…your human warmth…’

Victoria sat closer and…that’s all. She couldn’t think of any laptop. She was slowly going sexually mad because of his hand on her waist, playful fingers gently touching her. Her breathing was getting faster, the heart was beating like a drum, her thoughts were gone. His hot lips sank down on her cheek. His hands squeezed her stronger.

‘Kharon…’ the girl begged. ‘We’re in a public place… and you’re making me lose my mind.’

‘What’s about public places?’ the demon was surprised, for a minute he stopped kissing the girl burning with passion.

‘Such behaviour is unacceptable in public places. It’s a kind of intimacy.’

‘Oh, really?’ Kharon smiled. ‘I’ve seen lots of kissing couples in streets. They didn’t look antisocial.’

He fixed his lips in hers again, strongly embracing her body.

‘Excuse me!’ an unwanted waiter appeared from nowhere and broke the passion kiss. There was another man near him. ‘Should I bring the bill, or you would like anything else?’

Kharon was staring at Victoria’s lips, in her turn she was staring the waiter, trying to recognize him as a saviour or a cuckoo in the nest.

‘May I have a coffee with a syrup… any one? Cappuccino.’ She said, holding firmly the demon’s hand. ‘Are they auditing?’ Vic asked herself, watching the waiter and the man walking away.

‘What auditing?’ Kharon asked understanding nothing.

‘You know, people sometimes come to check how other people work. Do you see our waiter being followed by a man? He looks like he’s not satisfied with the waiter’s work already.’

‘Why? It’s possible…’ Kharon said aloofly, looking at the lone figure of the waiter. ‘Auditing…’

‘There’re lots of people here…and you wanna kiss!’ Victoria smiled, pressing herself to Kharon who was deep in his thoughts.

In five minutes, the waiter came back with the same man nearby, put the coffee and left.

‘He doesn’t even look how the waiter is working!’ the girl surprised. ‘He was looking into my eyes! Have you seen that? How can he see the people’s work in proper perspective?’

Victoria was indignant at the auditor’s behaviour and Kharon was getting gloomier with her every word that she said.

‘Whom are you speaking about?’ he asked, having deflected his attention away from his thoughts.

‘About that guy!’ Vic showed at the empty space near the waiter.

Kharon shifted his gaze at Victoria, then back at the empty place and suddenly he started getting what was going on and his gloomy thought was being confirmed.

‘Ah, okay…’ he pretended, ‘I see. Let’s go for a walk.’

Vic smiled, having said that first of all she’d like to finish her coffee. All that time Kharon was on pins and needles, being afraid of that Victoria would notice that she was the only one who could see the “auditor”.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly until the girl went outside.

They were walking, holding hands, suddenly a couple appeared before them: a guy and a girl.

The young man was sad, hiding his hands in his pockets, looking at the road under his feet. The girl had glassy eyes and walked right into Victoria.

‘Damn!’ Vic jumped away trying to dodge away and bumped into another man.

‘What?’ Kharon caught the girl into his arms.

‘Have you seen?’ Vic exclaimed offensively. ‘She was gonna bump right into me! If I’d not got away, she’d have been hit me… Nothing new is in this city…’

Kharon frowned, shot a look at guy, who was lonely walking away. The demon didn’t know what to do that’s why he just kissed the girl and, embracing her, kept on going.

‘Are all people so heedless?’ he tried to shunt the conversation on another topic.

‘Mostly yes, they are.’ Victoria calmed down. ‘Where are you gonna live? Have you decided?’

‘Yes, I’ve found a flat in the centre of the city. It’s not far from Teatralnaya. Is there such station?’

‘Right, there is! Teatralnaya?’ Vic surprised. ‘It’d cost too much…’

The demon looked at her with a blank stare. She explained him that to live in the centre of Moscow was a very costly affair and often beyond means. After that Victoria understood that Kharon had nothing in common with people but only his appearance.

Nevertheless, his appearance was like an angel’s face. The girl had never ever seen such beauty…unnatural.

‘Forget about it!’ she smiled, pressing herself to him.

He was so hot, and his warmth was streaming through the young veins like hot chocolate; his hands were so strong that Victoria wanted those two years to be eternal. She was a naïve stupid girl not a complete idiot. She didn’t believe in in fairy tales.

‘Tell me what you felt for Daniel?’ Kharon wandered suddenly. ‘Did you love him?’

‘Why are you asking?’

‘Your relationship lasted not so long…You broke up with him because of that hot blonde, didn’t you?’

‘I still don’t get why you’re asking about it. Well if you’re so interested… I loved him. I loved him too much when we started dating. He was older than I, a presentable young man with hopeful perspective. What else did I need? Then I got that I needed long and eternal love. My love was killed by him. He was a man of a strong character and his disadvantages were opened one by one. Then you appeared and I… Jesus, I lost my mind. His hot blonde became a perfect reason to break up with no true explanation.’

‘Do you think you love me?’ the man stopped and stared into her eyes. ‘Tell me the truth, Victoria. What do you feel for me?’

‘What I feel for you is stronger than that I felt about Daniel. I want to live with you, live your life, I want you to be always near you, feel your hotness, strong hands, I want to be able to look in your eyes, where another universe is shining… I am lost in my own feelings.’

‘Do people call it love?’

‘No, I call it love. Love can’t be the same for different people.’

‘Yeah?’ Kharon pondered. ‘It’s strange, at least, women, whom I spent their nights, had the same end.’

‘You confuse love and passion.’ Victoria smiled.

‘Oh, dear, I think it’s you who confuse them, that’s why you have Lucifer’s mark on your shoulder.’

‘So that’s what you think…’ Vic looked in his eyes.

‘I’ve just supposed you to confuse them. What if it was thoughtless action?’

‘I have nothing to feel sorry about.’

Kharon went behind her. He watched her back, curvy red hair, T-shirt tight-fitting her waist, scent… That was not the same scent which France gave to the whole world. It was her natural scent which could be smelled by only the incubus, walking behind. There was something about that girl. Lucifer called her Sunshine for some reason. Victoria really radiated light associations. You would want to look at her and smile. That was what Kharon did.

The only one bad thing was that Kharon didn’t compassion. Every woman made a declaration of love for him, after having had sex with him. All of them suffered. The demon got used to his admirers. The only thing about Victoria made him be surprised: she didn’t make love with him, she just foolishly fell in love with him…. He was afraid of thinking about what would happen when the first most impetuous sex happened.

It was about midnight. Victoria was in her room, Kharon was in front of her. They both kept silence. The girl was just gazing at him and couldn’t take her eyes off him. Kharon didn’t know how to act. He was a first-class love maker. None of other incubus could be compared with his skills. But Kharon wasn’t able just to communicate.

‘Have you ever loved?’ Vic asked.

‘What?’ he asked in surprise.

‘Nothing. Nothing.’ Victoria smiled. ‘You know, thanks to this day I’ve spent with you, that kind part of day and the evening, I got that you’re not so scary. I’m not afraid of you anymore.’

‘Victoria…’ Kharon bowed his head. ‘I’m a demonic essence. There are no any definitions of some virtues in me. I’m, of course, never notable for cruelty as some of my compatriots, but not to be afraid of a demon is thoughtlessly. On no account I call you to be afraid, but there’s a due apprehension. I wonder why I’m telling this to you…’

Kharon smiled and sat near the girl. She got nervous immediately, getting her cheeks red, trifled hair tips.

‘I don’t understand your confusion, dear.’ Kharon took her hand. ‘Why is it? What are you feeling now?’

‘Desire…’ Victoria gave a deep sigh.

‘Desire?’ Kharon smiled, touching her shoulder with his lips. ‘Why are you resisting it? Why are you repulsing my endearment?’

‘You can’t make human relationship in such way.’ Victoria ran her hands over his cheek.

‘So, you chose a demon to make a human relationship?’ the man was surprised, undoing his upper button.

Victoria seemed to herself to be about to faint because of indescribable pictures.

‘No…Love did, not me. I’ve been still praying for God’s mercy, but it seems to be senselessly.’

‘I know about your praying, I can hear your consciousness stream. And I hear something else, also. Can’t you hear it? Can’t you hear your own inner voice that’s calling in with your lust? They both want your too much correct consciousness to let them get what you paid for…’

Victoria was saying good-bye to her sense. It was so difficult to stay alone with yourself, when you heard a nice voice of a desirable man, the mind took to flight like a rotten deserter. Only words made the girl be in unspeakable ecstasy. She was about to die of eternal stream of euphoria.

‘…Speak to me, speak…’ the demon undid his third button of his shirt, kissing her fingertips. ‘What are you feeling now? Just a desire?’

Victoria emitted a gently moan and almost waved her hand to reality, when she understood that she wasn’t feeling any touches.

‘You’re a virgin…’ Kharon looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Vic jumped up on the bed and started setting her T-short and hair in a hurry.

‘What do you mean a virgin? I’ve had men…’ she informed being offended.

‘I know. You’re a mental virgin. Love is a sacrament which should be being studied not for a year. I’m thousand years old and I’ve still been studying because it’s very seldom when you can find the same women. Nobody told and showed you anything. You had just sex like milliard others, with participation of a woman and a man both. I’m ready to give you one more participant – love. Sex isn’t a sex when there is a man, a woman and love. It grows into a high love and you’re lucky to get it being awakened.’

Kharon grabbed the shocked girl showered her with voluptuous kisses. Victoria didn’t have time to give a squeak. That’s all, she gave up. Her strength failed her to say him “no”. She didn’t want to say it anymore.

Suddenly Kharon got frozen and stopped breathing for a while. That time was enough for Victoria to get back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked at her seducer in surprise.

‘What’s up?’ she worried, glancing at the confused face in front of her.

‘I have something vibrating in my trousers…’ the man frowned and got up from the bed.

With two fingers he pulled his cell out of his pocket. A quiet chuckle was heard. Kharon shifted his gaze at the girl: having closed her mouth with her hands, she was chuckling.

‘It isn’t vibrating any more… What does it want?’ the demon gave the device to Victoria.

‘It’s a message.’

‘From whom?’

‘Spam. People, automatic systems always suggest you buy something, to get a credit, to win a car… Different nonsense.’

The man looked at the cell and the girl with a serious countenance.

‘What am I supposed to do with it?’

‘You can delete message or forget about it. No answer needs. No share participation needs, neither.’

Vic rose up, went up to the frozen man and started buttoning his shirt.

‘I’ve got another interview tomorrow… I have to sleep a bit. If you’re not busy, we can meet in the evening. What do you think?’

‘Are you turning me out?’ he was truly surprised.

‘No. I’m giving you a hint that I’m tired. The last day and a half events exhausted me a little bit and made me be nervous. I have lost lots of strength to meet with Lucifer… Then you appeared and I lost my mind completely. I’m a human and it’s difficult to communicate with your world, feel something for you.’

Kharon knitted his brows and looked at the girl, carefully listened to her, trying to understand. But he couldn’t. Everything what he could get was that the girl wanted him to leave.

He knew nothing about relax, he knew nothing about exhaustion. But with diligence he studied people, trying to create a formula “if…, then….”. In this case he was successful, having remembered that “if a person is tired then he needs some rest”.

‘Ok, I see.’ He agreed without murmur. ‘What do I have to do before leaving? Just to disappear?’

‘No. You have to kiss me. Then to say good night.’

‘Is that what you do before sleeping? People, I mean.’

‘Well, not all. Only those do it who get on with each other at least… or beloved. Strangers won’t do anything like this.’

‘I see.’ Kharon smiled having embraced the girl. ‘I’m gonna just kiss you…’ he informed, having felt her being got nervous because of his touches. ‘And say good night.’

Kharon was walking in the city centre. There were lots of people and the demon didn’t know where to look first. He had to observe people’s behaviour in usual life. He had to find out what they did when they weren’t in bed and how they communicated.

He got into a night café outside the building at Nikolskaya street and started looking over couples.

And marvel happened! People were so different. They had everything different! Kharon was in perturbation. In the beginning when Lucifer indicated his will, the demon was sure that, “uh, people! A flock of lustful small fries! What could he be taught by them? What could they give?”

And there was a cocky demon, seducer of women’s hearts, was sitting and getting how common men won women’s favour. Why did Victoria reject him so many times when they had many possibilities to enjoy each other? What else was he supposed to do?

And certainly, he didn’t understand what the girls had in their minds. She got Lucifer from under the ground in literally way, gave him her soul, had Supreme Incubus in her hands for two years and then said: “get out, I’m tired”. Being on the earth within 24 hours Kharon was philosophizing of women’s logic and its consequences.

A couple sat to the table near him: a young man helped his girl to sit. Kharon noticed everything: the young man pulled out the chair, waited for the girl to sit, then pulled in the chair. Finally, he sat himself in front of her. His eyes were full of love, gazing at the girl while being frowned she was looking over the menu which a waiter had brought. There was a small bunch consisted of three burgundy roses. Doubtlessly that was the young man who had given the flowers to the girl.

Flowers. Kharon checked the first feature which was often met along Nikolskaya street. If a girl was walking with flowers, there was a big possibility that a man walking near her, was her admirer. Also, she could walk with flowers after having dated if a young man didn’t accompany her.

Eyes. That was the second feature which Kharon paid attention to. Almost all the men were looking at their girls like if there were goddesses before them. They idolized their ladies with only their looks. Their eyes were shining. That was true! They were glaring! They looked so alive for the demon, that he was deeply thoughtful if he could look at any woman in the same way as they did.

Kharon noticed mentored voices and selfish looks of the girls. Due to their countenance, it was understandable that what was going on around, had to be. There was no door number three.

Smiles. One more feature that Kharon checked to himself. Most of beloved were smiling. Their smiles and thoughts didn’t always have connection, of course, but nevertheless, the men had their lips corners up, and the girls glowed with pride, smiling to everyone. Kharon liked smiling and that task shouldn’t have been a problem.

Holding hands in hands was what Kharon checked, too. What important was there in that way of touching? Why did men and women like holding hands in hands?

Kharon spelled out the information, in advance created an action plan in relation to his complicated girl – Victoria.

Could he say “my girl”? What did people put into this definition? My girl meant mine… Was he able to do with her whatever he wanted? Did he need to know her desires? Were “property” and “girl” equal?

He saw couples who frowned were waking separately. A young man wandered with his head low, and a girl walked, crossed her hands on her chest and looked with a vacant stare somewhere ahead. Kharon could read minds and gazes: she looked just because she had eyes. She wasn’t interested in looking over the night street.

What could make them be sad? What was the reason that they were walking like strangers? The demon didn’t know that strangers were ok for human relationship. Time mercilessly took everything that people were happy with. Step by step people were turning back from each other, stopping understanding each other, and one fine day they would wake up, look at each other and coincidently wonder: “Who are you and why are you lying in my bed?”

The demon didn’t think of real complexity of human relations, of the crazy spectrum of their unexplainable feelings and murderous interventions of consciousness. While Kharon was observing the people possessed with passion, maybe, love, he tried to understand them at once.

Kharon put on every human movement. Could he do the same? What did he feel about the girl with Lucifer’s mark? Did he really feel?

Doubtlessly he understood he wanted to make love with her. She smelled of sex and despite of she was too young and awfully inexperienced, the demon felt a sexual moth-to-the-flame. Was it good? Was it enough for a woman? Sex in dreams was what he needed. He was never rejected, ashamed and always wanted. All his women waited for continuation in next dream, without thinking that they were going to die after the first night. None of them thought that the same thing could happen in reality.

Kharon was observing all people. He was listening to human speech and reading their minds. It was very often when speaking didn’t fit thinking. Sometimes speaking was beautiful and Kharon listened with delight to it. But there were wild thoughts floating through the head about how they were fed up with all of that. And good thinking and better speaking were more seldom.

Kharon was highly motivated not to disappoint his Lord and the girl whom disrespectful future would be waiting for.

4

th

September 2013 (Wednesday, Afternoon)

Victoria was going by metro, Kharon was holding her from the left side. She was going to be interviewed again, the demon was just accompanying her.

They both kept silence. Victoria got her thoughts out of her head one by one, while the strong hands were embracing her. Kharon was smiling, looking at the useless attempts to stop thinking of love.

It was a strange and inapprehensible case for him: in the beginning people had been looking for love, long and passionately, having tried lots of woes. Then some of them were lucky and found love. Instead of obeying, yield to love, they started driving it out from hearts and heads. So, what was the matter? How was it possible?

Victoria was looking for an excuse for herself: I’ve got an interview and I don’t wanna look stupid.

‘Victoria Drache?’ a nice-looking girl appeared in big hall.

‘It’s me.’ Vic smiled, rising up from the chair.

‘Let me introduce myself – I’m Anne. I’m HR specialist for staff recruiting.’

‘Victoria. I’m a designer.’

‘Ok, Vic. Nice to meet you. Tell me about you a little.’

‘I graduated…’

Suddenly there was darkness before her eyes. That wasn’t just pitch-dark but a substation where one could wander eternally. Through the dull foggy curtains gray paths were seen, which were often crossed. It was a labyrinth. A terrible mischievous labyrinth.

The girl was alone between that darkness, enveloped with crossed paths. Breathing was becoming more difficult; her heart didn’t obey her. As a result, she was turning around like a humming-top. She tried to find out where to go and if she needed to go anywhere. The girl ran following her nose. She stepped from one path to another, going through the black walls, feeling their slight obstacles, which were got over with no problem.

Fear was closer and closer, ready to strangle with its emaciated hands like huge pincers. Panic was on the top of its madness, wrapping the consciousness…

‘Well, Victoria, I’m not gonna be cunning, I like you and… here is the list of documents that you need to hand in HR during next week. As soon as you’re done your paper work you can approach. Agree?’

Vic kept her eyes wide open at her interviewer. To say that she understood nothing meant to say nothing.

‘You mean, I’m considered for this job?’ she asked quietly and unconfident.

‘Of course, you are!’ Anne exclaimed. ‘Is it ok?’

‘Yes, absolutely…’ Victoria was confused more.

‘So, Vic, here’s the list, make it done and you are welcome. Take my cell number, yours is here. If you have any question, call me with no hesitation.’

‘Well, thank you. Can I go?’

‘Yes, sure. Please, don’t delay the document preparation.’

‘Ok, see you.’ Victoria slipped behind the door and stood in the hall, breathing heavily.

There was not a single soul. When Victoria had come there had been four people… But hall was empty now.

The girl looked at the watch and banged: her interview had been lasting for two hours and a half! How could it be?

Victoria remembered nothing. There was nobody nearby to explain the strangest adventures during the interview.

She had hardly gone outside before Kharon appeared. He was smiley, in a manner of speaking, merry. In contrast Victoria was dejectedly.

‘So?’ Kharon was interested, making one of human gestures: he took her by the hand.

The girl couldn’t help but smile. She was madly happy with that unexpected touch of her beloved man. His warm hand made her nervous system shudder, wake up from the longest dream.

‘I’ve been… considered for the job.’ Victoria came down to earth, fighting intoxicant desire for his hand to keep on its thorny way.

‘There was no doubt in my mind.’ The demon wickedly smiled.

‘Why are you smiling like this?’ Victoria was suspicious of something.

‘You’re so juicy inside…’ Kharon said and closed his eyes with pleasure.

‘I beg your pardon?’ Vic frowned more. ‘What does it mean?’

‘I’ve penetrated you during the interview.’

‘You… What?’ she stared like a stuck pig at the demon’s smirk face.

‘Put myself into you. I sent your soul in districts of the Abyss. To walk there. I took your body to help you with your interview. So how did you like non-existence great spaces? For my liking it’s a little bit twisted.’

The girl was listening to his story, being again unable to believe not a single word. Whatever Kharon told, it sounded like a passage of a book about witches or some mysterious serial. How was it possible to believe it? And of course, Victoria couldn’t. She was at a loss, trying to re-direct her fantasy in a positive way.

‘Don’t worry. Demons often penetrate people.’

‘Why?’

‘What does it mean why?’ Kharon was surprised. ‘Devour energy. If you wake up and remembrance of the black emptiness is before your eyes instead of a beautiful dream, you can be sure, someone has been devouring you inside.’

‘Are you kidding me now, right?’ Victoria still couldn’t believe.

‘No, certainly. It’s normal and frequent fact. People suspect nothing, feel amoebic snottiness and they are sure they’ve been breaking bulks while they’ve been sleeping walk.’

‘You mean you’ve devoured my energy?’