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The girl finished reading the spell at three am sharp. She turned around. There was nobody at home. The last candle died out in a second and the room immersed into impenetrable darkness, lightened with barely visible night light from the window.
It was silence.
Vic seemed that an unfeeling wind and some shadows crawled across her room. Steps, a sigh… The girl was turning like a humming top seeking for the invited Lord…
Nobody appeared in ten minutes, in fifteen minutes and even in a half of an hour. Vitoria was alone in her room.
Within three hours, she tried to make the ritual, read the spells with different times and stresses, lighted and extinguished the candles. But nothing happened, nobody appeared. It was about 6 am. Vic was sitting on the floor and looking nowhere. She couldn’t no longer conceal that she was too upset and couldn’t hold back her tears. There was only one question: why didn’t he come? Then another one: what should she do to make him come?
Being depressed, crying, having a devastated hope, Vic was wiping away the pentacle from the floor, cleaning the wax traces, hiding the spell which didn’t work. She didn’t want her mother, holder of Habilitation degree in Medicine, to catch any little hint at something supernatural in her daughter’s room.
At 11 am Vic was awakened by the cell calling: Vasilisa was going to walk over the city and she wasn’t going to walk alone but with Victoria.
However hard the girl tried to refuse to walk, Vasilisa wasn’t going to get back off Vic and she had to agree.
The girl felt terribly bad, slept badly and broken. Only Kharon and all that connected to him lived in her head. Like a zombie, Vic, with half closed eyes, went to the bathroom to freshen up in some way. In a half of an hour Victoria appeared at Tverskaya Street, where Vasilisa had been waiting for her.
‘It’s been a long time and finally we’ve met!’ her friend began to speak loudly. ‘Vic, I’m so happy!’ she started embracing her friend in shock and with no stop to chatter eternally about her doings.
‘How did you pass, Vic? You didn’t tell yet!’
‘I got a good mark. There’s a project review left and I’m ready to work… My life has almost stopped. How’re your exams?’
‘Mine? I’m on thin ice.
Victoria shrugged her shoulders. She actually didn’t care where and with whom to go. Vasilisa noticed Vic’s indifference later.
‘Oh, don’t worry about it. He’s not the last man on the earth!’ suddenly Vasilisa said.
Victoria looked at her with blank stare.
‘Whom are you speaking about?’
She knew. Where from? The thoughts were running around in her head, awkwardness was coming closer and her consciousness was getting ashamed.
‘About Daniel, whom else! You’re not yourself after you broke up with him. You’re not that Vic that you were! You were energetic, you laughed and lived and now a pale-faced it is sitting before me. Forget him.’
‘Uh… Daniel has nothing to do with this. I didn’t think of him until you remembered that he actually was.’
‘Say it more often to yourself and you’ll really forget him.’
Victoria took a sigh. How was it possible to speak with people who didn’t hear you? They didn’t want to hear you.
‘Well, it seems you’re right…’ Vic thought of Kharon. ‘Maybe I better let him go.’
‘That’s right! You don’t need him! You’re ok now but you’ve been still moping. Vic, you can’t do this. I know what to love means and how it’s difficult when you’re not loved…’
“If you were, this conversation wouldn’t have taken place now…” Victoria bitterly smiled.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll get it over. But I haven’t tried all…’
‘What do you mean?’ Vasilisa glanced over her friend in surprise.
At that moment Vic understood that she had put her foot on it.
‘Nothing. What about your new boyfriend?’ to change topic that was Vic thought about.
Fortunately, Vasilisa was so ditz even inconsiderate that’s she quickly switched to a new line of topic, completely having forgotten about her friend.
Victoria didn’t listen to Vasilisa, her attention-getting exclamations and yelling. All she could think was why Lucifer hadn’t come? All had been done correct: agreement in any form, blood, seal, text… What had been wrong?
Vic started suspecting her being normal again. Maybe no Lucifer existed at all? Maybe she made up everything that happened to her?
In the evening, having told her mum a beautiful lie, creating a perfect illusion, Victoria went to her room. The door was locked, and all hell broke loose again: pentacles, candles, spells.
Victoria looked up and down all the books, internet and did everything that was written. But nothing happened. Nobody came. Why? Why not? Kharon did appear immediately even when he hadn’t been waited, he stuck into her heart and then he was sitting there and tearing it from inside. Why didn’t Lucifer come?
2
nd
September 2013 (Monday)
The days went by as weeks and months did. Victoria got her project review with an excellent mark and felt down completely in seeking for Lucifer. She looked very bad, she ate almost nothing, just drank, mostly strong coffee. Her eye pits were almost seen, coloured in black by weakness. Her red hair, her flecks once having resemblance to the Sun and giving warmth to others died out and grew dim.
For a long time, Victoria hadn’t slept well. She spent most of her nights for seeking for Lucifer. She tried to get him in any way and that was possible only at nights as all spells talked over.
In the mornings Vic had to pretend to be a healthy, sane person. Her mother was prudish and if she noticed that her daughter wasn’t sure in her own mental health, she would treat her.
Of course, at times when her mum was at work, Vic was sound asleep, setting up, but it wasn’t enough anyway.