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‘What kind of deal?’ he asked.
‘I want to know what women give their lives for. What do you give them in return?’ the girl’s eyes were burning. ‘I can suggest you live a human life’
‘What does that mean?’ Kharon was looking at the girl imperturbably.
‘That means you will understand what to be a human means’
‘Should I be interested in it? What can be interesting about a human life? Instincts and a couple of clever phrases said for the whole life? A couple of love adventures? Crocodile tears?’
‘Well, you will have a chance to find out.’
‘No, Dear. You cannot have a deal in such a way. I named the price and gave you a right to choose. For the thing that you suggest I can give only platonic love. You will be able to feel body physics only after deal is concluded’
‘You’re so stubborn’ Vic smiled.
‘No, that’s not the point. This is a law and I must follow it. I do my job’
‘Even now?’
‘No, we are drinking coffee now not lying in bed’
‘I saw a spell which could tether you to me…’ Vic gave a hint and scarcely smiled.
The demon smiled, too and a burning flame appeared in his eyes. Kharon squeezed her hand and couldn’t take his eyes off her.
‘A spell which can tether me, right?
‘Yeah’ the girl answered shyly.
‘There are no such spells, dear. Everything that you find in books, internet, in manuscripts is just a described collaboration between the human world and ours. If a demon is in love with an earthborn woman then he certainly can be tethered to her. If he is bored and suddenly hears a tethered spell, he can pretend to be tethered just for fun. But when a demon is tired of the game, human dies. Mostly such kind of spells are executed for boredom. Believe me: it is not always possible to get a demon interested in you’
‘Does it mean that I have no chance to get you to experiment?’
‘There is always a chance. Get me. By the way, your preparatory meeting is over in 15 minutes. The professor has been asked the last question’
‘How do you know all of that?’
Kharon smiled in response. He was so amused by people. He was probably one of the few demonic creatures who had genuine satisfaction in dealing with people. Against their background he looked like an all-powerful giant and people turned into small ants.
Most of all Kharon liked communicating with women. That was understandable, he was an incubus. He was created for female sex. Women deified him and gave their lives with no regret until their minds joined the game.
‘I don’t know everything. For example, I don’t know what you will do in your future. I am perfectly aware of your past, great on the present, but future is beyond even our control’
‘So, there’s a chance to surprise you, isn’t there?’
‘You can do whatever you want. There are no limits except you and your consciousness. Every unlawful limit is your consciousness’
Victoria sighed and looked out of the window. People were going somewhere, speaking about something, they looked interested in life. But in fact, they went with the time slowly without even managing their auxiliary parts. They just floated.
The demon looked at the girl and he became more interested in her. Of course, she wasn’t the only one whom he was interested in. He had many women and many of them he loved…. The love of the demon … it was strange, stupid in some ways, but love had a lot of subspecies. Demons could love too.
Many people asked the question how was it possible? Did such creatures as demons need women for love? Why? That was a logical question, which, unfortunately, nobody knew answer to. But everyone knew to withstand women temptation, including such a powerful creature as an incubus, was too difficult.
‘You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?’ Vic asked suddenly.
‘Hurt you?’ Kharon re-asked, ‘I am not a deleterious demon, actually. But for your information – never trust demons. Never’
‘Do you confess that you’re lying?
‘No, dear, I confess that we cannot be trusted, that I can lie at any time because we like lying. This is one of my favourite sins. Your preparatory meeting is over. Your exam is on 13th of June. How are you going to pass?’
For a minute Victoria abstracted herself from thoughts about the sexual man. The exam…Damn it! It was a serious issue. She completely forgot about it, but she shouldn’t have.
Women’s heads have resemblance to a sieve… They are so foolish. They have plans, the future is seen, the life is raising from its knees, showing up its ingenious horizons. Then he comes. That’s all. She doesn’t look ahead anymore, doesn’t look up, but she looks only at him, only into his eyes, hiding her languishing concupiscence, secretly whispering to herself “you’re so stupid”, but keeps on haunting him… The horizons are falling so silly, unworthy and banally. And then she sits on her broken bones again, with no trying to rise up because she’s scared. She is afraid of being hurt again, that she will break down and fall. But she doesn’t even think what will happen if another one comes…
Victoria destroyed herself morally. She pined for to try what Kharon had suggested. But the girl was afraid of the deal, she loved her life.
‘Damn it’ she whispered looking away from his amber eyes. ‘Damn it!’
Kharon was observing the girl, fishing for her every emotion and the way she felt it.
Did he like her, or he didn’t care and just did his job? It was an absolute lie! He liked her very much, he wanted to lift the curtains to see a fragrant performance in a progress. He craved for her to see it. But Victoria still didn’t want to buy a performance ticket, impudently breaking through the security.
‘Dear…Leave deuces alone… What’s up your exam? Your head has been preoccupied with my personality since recently. I see clearly in all its beauty every thought jumping through your head. I know every scene you think of and dream about. I saw everything you imagined’
He touched her lips, softly whispering his vision. Vic closed her eyes, trying to focus on something worth and distractive.
‘You want my hands to touch you, my lips to burn yours in a voluptuous kiss… Endearment. Brutality. Everything has got all mixed up in your head, dear… Please, stop thinking of us so loudly… I can’t see anything about medieval philosophy in all that sexual chaos of thoughts in your head…’