Unlimited
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Victoria couldn’t believe her eyes. Could that be really all? There was no need of nasikabatrachus sahyadrensis’s legs, boiled with psychrolutes marcidus’s gills, no need of flowers which died out last century…there was need of a couple of pictures and easy spell. The girl was glad not to call Lucifer and communicate with him indeed as collaborate in any way. She was glad to manage on her own. She couldn’t even believe in it.
Despite that it was midnight, Vic didn’t think of sleeping. What a sleep when her mad dream was about to float into reality?
The girl was tracing the even circle with a piece of chalk on the floor, then a pentacle in it. All the planetary symbols were found in Internet. Kharon’s seal was on the paper in the book. There were lots of candles at home.
As soon as all was done Vic started reading the spell in each corner. When she finished reading the last lines in the northwest corner, a man appeared on her bed. He was looking at the floor. There was solid disappointment on his face.
Vic gave a start of surprise, having seen the man on her bed. The man kept silence. Victoria looked intently at him. She didn’t like his countenance, but she liked the feeling she had in the first seconds when the demon appeared.
‘Kharon…’ she whispered.
Suddenly the window opened because of unexpected mad wind. The candles were blown out one by one. The light twinkled and was gone. The scans flew up, curling into an amazing whirlwind. Pens, pencils, brushes, small objects began to turn under the unusual wind pressure, fluttering the red hair, endlessly throwing it on the eyes.
Victoria was nervous. She was scared. The boisterous weather in the flat pretty enough frightened the girl.
‘Kharon!’ she said louder, trying to get fluttering spikes away from her face.
The wind didn’t stop. The man, keeping the deadly disappointment on his face, was sitting and looking at the drawn pentacle. He didn’t see the scared girl.
‘Kharon. Please…’ panic tears ran down her cheeks.
Fear almost provoked hysteria. The girl was shacking. There was no light, but the feeble moon threw off its rays at the sad demon’s face.
Having heard “please” Kharon finally lifted his eyes and stood up sharply. The rough weather wasn’t going to calm. The wind was getting stronger, pieces of paper were flying, light twinkled sometimes.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked in a sepulchral voice and looked down into her eyes.
At that moment Victoria understood what to be feared meant. There was a real fire in the demon’s eyes, and the tongues of fire seemed to be about to break away and burn it all down the tubes. His hands, holding the girl, were deathlike cold. His lips were pale-blue-violet colour, compressed so strong to turn into a thin thread that was going to tear.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked his question again, pressing her shoulder stronger.
Victoria was staring at the flaming fire in the demon’s eyes, being afraid of looking away.
‘I…’ she stuttered.
‘You.’ The demon’s voice thundered in her ears.
‘I wanted to see you’ at least Vic lied and closed her eyes.
Kharon grinned but didn’t let the girl.
‘See me?’ he asked. ‘Do I have to trust you? A human child… full of ancient malice… You’re lying!’
Slowly the rough weather in the house was coming to rest. The mad album pages, wrinkled and torn in places, began to get down in a gentle leaf fall; the wind calmed; but there was no light still.
‘I…’
‘You’re shaking…’ the demon tucked her fluttered hair behind her ear.
‘You’ve scared me,’ Vic answered, gave a sob, trying to relax in the divine beauty arms.
‘You want to tie me to, don’t you?’
Having noticed no her complain, Kharon stared into her eyes, waiting for the answer. Vic turned away and took a sigh to calm down her animal fear swarming in the depths of her soul and consciousness.
‘No…That means, actually, yes… Kharon, I don’t know what to say…’
‘Tell me the truth. Do you know what the truth is? It is what you have here.’ The demon touched her chest. ‘And here,’ he put his finger at her temple, ‘here’s a lie…’
Victoria said nothing, was scared to look into the man’s eyes. He’d been still holding her shoulders, silently demanding her responsibility for her actions. But there was nothing of that.
‘Fine. You wanted to tie me up.’ Kharon confirmed. ‘Did I not tell you that it’s impossible? Did I not tell you that it is a very bad idea?’
He pulled the girl closer to himself, fixed her eyes on her. The ferocity in his eyes came down but the fire had been burning still. The demon was angry.
‘I beg you…stop it. I wanted to tie you up because I can’t get your face out of my head! I can’t get your hands, pressing my waist out of my mind… I can’t forget these feelings. Your voice… Oh my God, your voice! I’m getting crazy when I hear it! That’s why I wanted to tie you up to! A night ins’t enough for me…Isn’t enough.’
Vic was sobbing, showing her true face, baring her desires, letting the demon sink into her ocean of first-born feeling.
‘Did you want to be my girl?’ the demon asked coolly.
Vic nodded her head, trying to calm down.
‘It is impossible. All the people are equal for me and the price is the same for everyone. You cannot bargain with me. The terms were established, and I think only Lucifer is within his right to change anything.’
‘A night is nothing.’ Vic repeated insistently. ‘I wanna get all not only sex.’
‘Sorry.’ Kharon smiled and dropped to the bed.
He unbuttoned his shirt and gave the girl a mysterious look. Being numb she gazed at his body. The man touched the bed sheet, gesturing her to lie near him. As if she were high, Vic was gazing his bare torso, at the moves of his eyes, hands, mouth, quirked at the corners. Her breathing was becoming heavy, the heart was beating stronger.