‘You mean, I’m considered for this job?’ she asked quietly and unconfident.
‘Of course, you are!’ Anne exclaimed. ‘Is it ok?’
‘Yes, absolutely…’ Victoria was confused more.
‘So, Vic, here’s the list, make it done and you are welcome. Take my cell number, yours is here. If you have any question, call me with no hesitation.’
‘Well, thank you. Can I go?’
‘Yes, sure. Please, don’t delay the document preparation.’
‘Ok, see you.’ Victoria slipped behind the door and stood in the hall, breathing heavily.
There was not a single soul. When Victoria had come there had been four people… But hall was empty now.
The girl looked at the watch and banged: her interview had been lasting for two hours and a half! How could it be?
Victoria remembered nothing. There was nobody nearby to explain the strangest adventures during the interview.
She had hardly gone outside before Kharon appeared. He was smiley, in a manner of speaking, merry. In contrast Victoria was dejectedly.
‘So?’ Kharon was interested, making one of human gestures: he took her by the hand.
The girl couldn’t help but smile. She was madly happy with that unexpected touch of her beloved man. His warm hand made her nervous system shudder, wake up from the longest dream.
‘I’ve been… considered for the job.’ Victoria came down to earth, fighting intoxicant desire for his hand to keep on its thorny way.
‘There was no doubt in my mind.’ The demon wickedly smiled.
‘Why are you smiling like this?’ Victoria was suspicious of something.
‘You’re so juicy inside…’ Kharon said and closed his eyes with pleasure.
‘I beg your pardon?’ Vic frowned more. ‘What does it mean?’
‘I’ve penetrated you during the interview.’
‘You… What?’ she stared like a stuck pig at the demon’s smirk face.
‘Put myself into you. I sent your soul in districts of the Abyss. To walk there. I took your body to help you with your interview. So how did you like non-existence great spaces? For my liking it’s a little bit twisted.’
The girl was listening to his story, being again unable to believe not a single word. Whatever Kharon told, it sounded like a passage of a book about witches or some mysterious serial. How was it possible to believe it? And of course, Victoria couldn’t. She was at a loss, trying to re-direct her fantasy in a positive way.
‘Don’t worry. Demons often penetrate people.’
‘Why?’
‘What does it mean why?’ Kharon was surprised. ‘Devour energy. If you wake up and remembrance of the black emptiness is before your eyes instead of a beautiful dream, you can be sure, someone has been devouring you inside.’
‘Are you kidding me now, right?’ Victoria still couldn’t believe.
‘No, certainly. It’s normal and frequent fact. People suspect nothing, feel amoebic snottiness and they are sure they’ve been breaking bulks while they’ve been sleeping walk.’
‘You mean you’ve devoured my energy?’
‘No, I’ve been interviewed. From you first words I knew already that you were going to fail the important meeting. Forgive my independent act but I decided that you needed help. How many times have you been interviewed? Two months? Threes? I’ve done it on the first try.’
The shocked girl was staring at the man in front of her. Did everything that he had told have any relation to reality? A score of different questions annihilated her mind.
‘Well, could anyone else penetrate me?’ Vic asked with caution, grabbing his hand.
