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He adjusted her pillows and sat into the arm-chair near, looking up at the ceiling. His thoughts brain storm attacked him immediately. He had a woman from the earth, reality and two years vacation. Would he be able to give to that woman all she wanted? Was he capable of that?
Someone cleared his throat in the living room. The demon smiled. He came out of the room, having closed the door behind and at once he found a handsome man at his table.
‘My friend.’ He said and stood up, ‘I wanted to check up on you… To find out whom you’ve brought this bunch of lovely roses to. Is it for Victoria, I hope?’
‘Lucifer, I’m glad to see you in such a good mood. According to the deal I have to make these two years gorgeous and if I am successful, they’re gonna be ideal.’
‘You’re right, yes.’ Lucifer was staying near the window.
‘How’s it going at home?’ Kharon finally got tea. ‘Would you drink something?’
‘Oh, no,’ the man turned to him. ‘I’m on business here. It’s been hampering me in my back two days already. You’re my dearest friend. Be a good soul and look what there’s…’
Lucifer pulled off the shirt and…
Many times, Kharon saw his Lord in such a way but every time his heart got frozen, admire covered his face, barely stand pain was in his eyes.
Lucifer was staying his back to him and there were huge white wings elevated. They were so majestic, powerful and Kharon imagined how much the master of the wings got through while he had coming down, Kharon kneeled more and more before his Lord with his respect and loyalty. You shouldn’t look at the lord’s face nor his eyes but only at his powerful wings. What a snow-white colour they were! In a dull weather, impregnated with melancholy they burnt eyes with their divine whiteness. If the sunrays fell onto the powerful wings any eyes were about to be blind. The flat and white surface reflected the rays, let them travel back to the space, depriving wretched persons from ability of seeing.
Of course, demons were stronger than people, but their eyes were also burnt. The wings had too bright light. It was like a lightning flashed in eyes but didn’t disappear as it had to, and it stayed in the eyes, firmly having covered pupils with its merciless shroud.
There was eye pain pulsing in the head. Lucifer was spreading his wings. Having left his tea Kharon headed to Lucifer through the light, torturing his eyes, to get known what disturbed his Lord.
Examining the powerful spine, smooth roots of the wings, crying, the demon noticed a long feather stuck out, pointed into the waist. Despite its softness and gentleness, it was too hard. If Lucifer hided his wings, the feather stuck into skin, like a dagger, on the right from his vertebral column.
‘A feather! There’s a feather, Lucifer!’ Brushing away his blood tears from his painful and blinded eyes, Kharon whispered. ‘What do I have to do, it’s not come out fully yet.’
‘Tear it out and quickly not to torture your weak eyes.’
Kharon pulled the disturbing feather out, Lucifer smirked and got the shirt from the floor, hiding his wings.
‘I’m sorry I got you blind again, but who would have helped me if it’s not you?’ he smiled, buttoning his shirt.
‘Who?’ the demon surprised. ‘Anyone! A half of the earth population and the whole hell dream to do the same. It’s honour, Lucifer.’
‘Certainly, it is. I have no doubts. The point is that those who know about my wings shining can be counted on my fingers. And there will be never enough specks of dust for fools. They will be gonna be blind, writhing with pain. What do you think it would be an honour for them when their eyes are burnt like with acid?’
Kharon smiled and lowered his head, Lucifer was having fun as usual.
‘What if it’s an honour for them, nevertheless? Would you let them suffer for their entire lives in blindness?’
‘Oh, my friend, do I look like a sadist? There’s always a deal for such cases. Conclude. Take. Disappear. Besides, in two minutes the one opens her eyes who’s in agony when she sees only your face. If you have something to ask, then ask.’
Kharon was looking at the long feather on the floor and he wasn’t smiling anymore. His face became gloomy, enveloped with seriousness.
‘Why did you give her witch abilities?’
‘If I hadn’t then how she would have been supposed to impressed me and called in the end? I can’t allow myself to come to her after all that nonsense she did, having read internet and book ravings. But I hope you bear no grudge against me, right?’
‘No. On the contrary, I’m looking forward to getting trips and diversity. Shall I tell her about her new abilities?’
‘No, my friend, I’d like you to let her have fun, too. I’m sure your mission is gonna be fascinating not only for you. I’m observing your family also. See you.’
Lucifer smiled and disappeared at the very second when Victoria got her lungs full of air, shrugged with terrible memories and opened her eyes.
There was semi-dark in the room. The curtains were closed thickly, and the sun sat behind the house anyway. Victoria was staring at a big wardrobe along the wall. She was staring at the mirror and wasn’t blinking, being afraid of someone coming out of there.
‘Kharon,’ she whispered his name which she believed in.
The girl saw a saviour and defender in the demon. She believed he would never let anyone hurt her.
Vic touched her forehead – there was a wet cold towel fell on the floor. Feeling sickness and headache, Vic sat on the bed, kept on staring at the mirror.
The door hand smoothly went down, her heart squeezed into a fist, and it took her breath away. The girl was waiting for something. Kharon came into the room and Vic threw herself into his arms. She was too weak, and she was about to fall when the man caught her up, looking at her scared eyes and the mask of horror over her face.
‘You’re still weak,’ he whispered, hiding her hair lock came out behind her ear.
‘What was that?’ Victoria asked in a sepulchral voice.
‘What’re you talking about?’
‘About the man.’
Kharon glanced in surprise at the girl, lying in his arms. A suspicious creeped into his mind what a man was there and why the demon didn’t see him. Holding Victoria in his arms Kharon sat down on the big bed, which size was more than standard one. The demon was examining her face in disarray, taking out by atoms threads impregnated with self-reproach, putting on the new feeling. The only thing he didn’t understand was how it was possible to have so extensive range of feelings?