His amber eyes were gazing at the soul depth of the girl. They were smiling, hearing her thoughts, full of self-sacrificing desire.
‘Have you ever raped anyone?’ a question jumped out of her mouth.
The demon smirked, shaking his head, firmly squeezing her hand and walked ahead. Vic was walking behind, calling her bad words for the wacky question. Suddenly the demon stopped and pulled the girl to him.
‘I don’t see such thoughts in your mind. Do you want that?’ he asked being absolutely serious.
Vic got nervous and shook her head, hiding her eyes and cursing out herself stronger.
‘I’m a ladies’ man in bed. If a woman wants what you’ve said, I’ll do it. But I really don’t see such desire in your thoughts, that’s why I’m concluding that the question was asked just for nothing. Why?’
‘I don’t know… Generally, people like asking questions just for nothing. In fact, they don’t care about answers. I asked it because you always ask, “Can I, May I, do you agree”. Do you ask everyone or just me?’
‘Oh, dear, you’ve touched a very complicated theme. Let’s go somewhere and I’ll tell you how it works.’
Without hesitation they entered the first met place where there were tables and ordered drinks and sat down to resolve range of issues.
‘You see, human child, Hell is a very humanitarian thing. We never do against a human’s will…’
‘Except penetration, right?’ she grinned.
‘It’s an operational need.’
The demon smiled in reply, thinking about that there was a powerful witch spirit sitting before him, that had been penetrated her. Penetration was a dangerous thing and even the demon understood it, but he didn’t want to tell anything to the scared girl.
A spirit could penetrate by its own free will and it could do it by a witch’s own will… Kharon didn’t want to think about it. He perfectly knew what a witch’s penetration would end in. It was a kind of curse! Witches often made larvae, cheesy spirits penetrate person whom they didn’t like, and it was very difficult to get rid of. It was almost impossible.
Penetrated spirit started annihilating a human from inside step by step. In time the poor person couldn’t be recognized. The young cheerful lively person became gloomy, wanted nothing melancholic who dreamt about only one – to die. Then his fate came into the game: the person died. Doctors left their hands in dismay, shifting the blame on psychiatrists, the last ones put the blame on an accident, a little bit on inadvertently and depression. As a result, no one was to blame by the way the person was gone.
Did Victoria need it all? The hell judicious representative thought that of course, she didn’t.
‘Why don’t you do anything against a human’s will? Is that because if a person suffers during or after a meeting with someone like you and he suffers just because he wanted to?
‘That’s right.’ He ran his kind but tired eyes over the girl. ‘This is our law book. No one harms a human until he wants to be harmed. I’m not speaking about an ordinary soul and, as you call it, supernatural substance contact. In fact, there are many items and sub-items which no one knows and warns about. It’s luck of the draw how stronger your guarding angel is. Actually, dear, it’s very complicated. Our honour code is adhered. In your fairy tales God is good and Satan is bad. In reality in the first place God and Lucifer both are very sophisticated characters. They both have everything very complicated and interesting arranged simultaneously. For people they are like a Yin-Yang, but I know they have some features in common, and the strongest and most significant one is competitive spirit.’
‘Competitive spirit?’ Victoria was listening with genuine interest.
‘Yeah!’ the demon smiled. ‘Excuse me… one more cup of tea and… pizza.’
Kharon shifted his gaze at the girl, frowned at her moving her empty glass around. He was reading her eyes.
‘Seafood one,’ he said with no breaking his gaze from her olive eyes, ‘Add more cheese.’
The waiter nodded and left. Victoria smiled and lowered her eyes.
‘How did you do this?’ she asked.
‘My dear,’ he bended closer to her, ‘Every day, every minute, every second I can hear scopes of voices and among them I can clearly hear your voice begging and asking me for something. Sometimes it unbearably begs to touch you… But I control myself… More cheese and seafood… Ok. I got you.’
Victoria didn’t stop smiling. It was a fairy tale, stupid mystic but the demon had been on earth about two or more days. And the girl considered her to be the happiest person in the world. She had never felt such a big and unusual emotional spectrum. And she, of course, was completely and irreversibly possessed with love to unhuman, insidious and mendacious creature. For the whole time she never thought that she was a fool! She didn’t consider that to be in love was stupid. No matter with whom to be in love. That was the society that labelled that being in love with a poor man was ashamed but being in love with a fat rich one was ashamed but good. Love didn’t know what shame meant, the society did. Moreover, it decided and imposed its will. The society said who you should be in love with and whom you shouldn’t. You needed to listen to it to survive in that case if you were not really in love. The society could impose its will only on those who had no sincere feelings, didn’t understand that word could kill, no matter whose word was it.
The girl was bogged down in her fairy tale, in the demon’s face beauty. She was going crazy when she saw his lip corner was getting up; being fascinated she saw his eyes devour her, how sweetly they screwed, looking her in a ravishing ecstasy; his hands’ moves were smoothly, snaky and so gently despite of its male brutality; his scent… Oh Dear Lord, his scent! It had waved her already mad mind. It was impossible to describe it but having smelled Victoria just wanted the man to embrace her, pressed her to him, kiss; she wanted to feel to be protected; his voice sound was ravishing and waving, you could listen to in for many hours, streaming through the mind, enveloping the consciousness. And even when Kharon was silent, the echo of his voice had been still sounding without leaving for any second.
‘Why is there a competition between your worlds?’ Victoria tried to distract herself from thoughts about Kharon.
‘It’s a twisted, heavy… war. God always wanted to be good. He spoke well and beautiful, people believed him. They do still. But he didn’t let them choose and spoke about his virtues, showing himself a box of god qualities. We were precipitated due to his will… We disgowned and now we have rights, including speaking. Lucifer is a strict Lord, he can impose someone to do what he wants but he will never make people believe in him. Lucifer always called for materialism. In his turn God always spoke about ideology, about love for someone whom people never saw. God actually doesn’t like visiting his subordinates… Lucifer isn’t fastidious to spend couple of weeks with you…’
‘Does Lucifer live among people?’ Victoria was surprised.
‘He does, sometimes. When he’s depressed, he comes to the earth. God is never depressed or, well, he just doesn’t want to come to you. You’ve fatigued him with your non-god business. I don’t want to show you all our “heaven” misunderstanding. It’s been for many thousand years and we sometimes don’t understand why this or that thing happens.’
‘Uh…’ Victoria took a sigh, ‘Difficulties are always unpleasant. So, do you often ask a permission?’
‘Practically we do.’
‘Wait! If you want to kill, will you ask a permission?’
‘As I told you some demons lie…. If I wanna kill someone so to chatter and make him agree for his own death is not an unusual thing. If Abaddon is in front of you, he will never ask you. He will just tear off your head and eat it. In fact, Victoria, every spirit, demon and deuce has its own personality. Some will want to play with you, others – to speak, and someone just rips you onto micro particles and atoms…’
For a long time, Victoria was torturing Kharon with her questions about the hell structure. The demon humbly answered all of them and almost told the truth.
Suddenly he thought Victoria wasn’t the worst company in the world. Moreover, he liked her. Certainly, he understood his nature inclination to women. He liked them all but only for a night. Kharon never communicated with them not before sex nor after. Victoria was the first woman of human world whom the demon had to spend time with. An idea crossed his mind that he was interested in a human life puzzles, he wondered what a human went through, what he felt. Kharon had always seen people through dreams… He used to know that a dream was something that didn’t exist. In dream those people knew nothing about sincere feelings, about shame and confusion. It was faceless existence in the shade of his own consciousness. Kharon was really interested in how much people could live into reality, forgetting about their own personality.
‘I think it’s my turn to ask, isn’t it, dear?’ Kharon opened the door, let the girl get in.
‘Looks like this,’ she smiled at him and suspiciously took him by the hand.
‘Why do you reject my endearment?’ he squeezed her fingers but kept the distance between them. If he let himself something more to the girl, she immediately lost self-control and no one could get any answers after.
Victoria looked aside. Here was it! The shame and confusion in one bottle, firmly twisted with each other. Red cheeks, puppy eyes. Kharon listened to her shameful thoughts and smiled.
‘I told you… romanticism.’
‘Yes, right, I remember… I just don’t understand when its terms are over. How much time do people need for romanticism?’
‘Kharon, you’re asking such questions which unfortunately I can’t answer. I’d like to but I really don’t know. It’s unpredictable… Just let’s live and I’ll be enjoying your presence… then others. Excuse me.’
The girl pulled the cell out from her bag.
‘Hi, Vasilisa!’ Vic gave silent Kharon an excuse smile. ‘Yes, sure. What’s happened? Yet? Meet?’
Victoria looked at Kharon again with blameful eyes. She was confused. Her friend needed to meet to share her feelings and emotions. On the other hand, there was Kharon whose feeling, and emotions Victoria wanted to know not less.
‘Fine, when are you gonna be at Mayakovskay? Well I’ll be waiting at the square… Kharon,’ Victoria said to Kharon. ‘You’d come with me, I will introduce you to Vasilisa. She is my… friend.’
‘Friend?’ he asked. ‘A friend sounded very interesting from a person who denies friendship with her all might because she was betrayed by friends not once. Why do you believe people and call them friends again? Didn’t it hurt? Did the disappointment strike you to the depth of your heart? I can see your remembrance… Does it here hurt when you’re betrayed by these who you love?’ He took her by the hand and put it to her chest. ‘Too much hurts… I can feel your every neuron. Where do you get strengths to call anyone a friend again?’
There were tears in Victoria’s eyes. He was still holding her hand pressed to his chest and the girl remembered the pain again.
Of course, he dug perfectly in her past. He clearly saw those people’s faces whom she used to call friends then they betrayed her, tramped down her heart, having spitted into her soul. He moved her painful past again like pitchfork pierced through the dry straw.
Vic said nothing but looked at his eyes, being shocked with rushed memories. The tear was coming down her cheek. The demon was gazing the wet trace left on her velvet skin. He brushed away the tear and kissed her cheek.
‘Don’t…’ he whispered, ‘Tears are very strong particles having lots of information. You shouldn’t shed. Any past, any bad past should be being thought of but not shed. You should thank your past for that today you’re like you. Your friend has to come out of the second carriage already and can’t understand where she has to go next.’
Victoria laughed, brushing away the tears. Kharon smiled, memorizing where betray pain located.
They both stayed at the square in fifteen meters far from the metro entrance. Finally, Vasilisa appeared from behind the doors.
Having seen her Victoria was glad and nervous at the same time. Kharon and she didn’t make up a story of their first meeting… Vic didn’t want to lie. But to say “this is Kharon, a man from Hell and I sold my soul to The Devil to get Kharon’s love” wasn’t a good idea.
A woman walking near Vasilisa cooled Vic a few.
‘Vic, hi!’ her friend shouted from far.
‘Hi!’ she answered and nodded at the woman.
She said nothing but silently looked at Vic in replay. Victoria shrugged her shoulders and switched over to Vasilisa.
Her friend was looking at Kharon. It was understandable. Kharon was very attractive. You just wanted to look at him…always and everywhere. His features would be good for everyone.
‘This is Kharon.’ Victoria introduced her company.
‘Vasya..lisa.’ The girl wasn’t even going to hide her admire, desire to look and flashed envy. Vasya shifted her eyes at Vic, expecting her to explain the strange and unexpected acquaintance.
‘Kharon and I… Hm…’ Vic hesitated without knowing how to say and the most important what.
‘Victoria is my girl!’ the demon saved the situation.
‘Well, that’s great!’ Vasilisa said having got nothing. ‘So, you both will tell me your story in a café as I’m devilishly hungry.’
With no discussion they moved to the underground passage. Each of them felt strange at least. Victoria didn’t plan to meet with her friend that day. Besides she was embarrassed because of the woman walking near Vasilisa. Vasilisa didn’t introduce her! As there was no woman!
Kharon was thinking about his phrase – “she’s my girl”. What was he supposed to do to make Vasilisa believe him?
Kharon and Victoria sat at the table and Vasilisa and the woman went to buy meal. The girl was burning her “boyfriend” with her eyes.
‘What’ve I done wrong?’ he asked finally in a low voice.
‘No, no, it’s ok. I like what you said Vasya about us… Now we have to make up the love story…’
‘Oh’ the demon interrupted her, ‘you can trust me and don’t forget to play up to me.’
‘Jesus, everyone has got crazy! I hardly bought my meal. God damn it. Well, tell me: what, when, how?’
The demon glanced at his girl. Vasilisa was staring at both of them, eating the sandwich with almost its cover.
‘Maybe we’ll start from you?’ Vic asked carefully.
‘Nope!’ the friend shook her finger. ‘I’ve got a usual after-three-months breaking up. But you…you’ve got something unusual. Where did you meet, Kharon?’
Vasilisa addressed her question to the man having got that her friend was shy.
‘Three months ago, I was in metro… I saw a girl who was reading something in her notebook without stopping. She was leaned over her writings like a kite, having hid herself in her red hair. I was watching her and didn’t move to scare her. Honestly, I was frenzied. There was something… demonic in the red devil. I couldn’t tear myself away from her. After two stations passed by, I understood that I wanted that girl to look at me. No, I didn’t want but I craved for it. Probably with the help of a thought power I made her eyes tear away from the papers and look at me. Her dark-olive eyes were staring my face for several seconds and it was enough for me to understand that I had to know her name and phone number at least.’
The demon stopped speaking and smiled. The both girls were looking at him, having opened their mouths. Vasilisa forgot herself to be hungry. Victoria was listening to a beautiful story, being a little bit upset with that the reality was different from what the demon was telling.
‘What happened next?’ Vasya asked with her mouth full of meal, after she finally remembered about it.