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‘Competitive spirit?’ Victoria was listening with genuine interest.

‘Yeah!’ the demon smiled. ‘Excuse me… one more cup of tea and… pizza.’

Kharon shifted his gaze at the girl, frowned at her moving her empty glass around. He was reading her eyes.

‘Seafood one,’ he said with no breaking his gaze from her olive eyes, ‘Add more cheese.’

The waiter nodded and left. Victoria smiled and lowered her eyes.

‘How did you do this?’ she asked.

‘My dear,’ he bended closer to her, ‘Every day, every minute, every second I can hear scopes of voices and among them I can clearly hear your voice begging and asking me for something. Sometimes it unbearably begs to touch you… But I control myself… More cheese and seafood… Ok. I got you.’

Victoria didn’t stop smiling. It was a fairy tale, stupid mystic but the demon had been on earth about two or more days. And the girl considered her to be the happiest person in the world. She had never felt such a big and unusual emotional spectrum. And she, of course, was completely and irreversibly possessed with love to unhuman, insidious and mendacious creature. For the whole time she never thought that she was a fool! She didn’t consider that to be in love was stupid. No matter with whom to be in love. That was the society that labelled that being in love with a poor man was ashamed but being in love with a fat rich one was ashamed but good. Love didn’t know what shame meant, the society did. Moreover, it decided and imposed its will. The society said who you should be in love with and whom you shouldn’t. You needed to listen to it to survive in that case if you were not really in love. The society could impose its will only on those who had no sincere feelings, didn’t understand that word could kill, no matter whose word was it.

The girl was bogged down in her fairy tale, in the demon’s face beauty. She was going crazy when she saw his lip corner was getting up; being fascinated she saw his eyes devour her, how sweetly they screwed, looking her in a ravishing ecstasy; his hands’ moves were smoothly, snaky and so gently despite of its male brutality; his scent… Oh Dear Lord, his scent! It had waved her already mad mind. It was impossible to describe it but having smelled Victoria just wanted the man to embrace her, pressed her to him, kiss; she wanted to feel to be protected; his voice sound was ravishing and waving, you could listen to in for many hours, streaming through the mind, enveloping the consciousness. And even when Kharon was silent, the echo of his voice had been still sounding without leaving for any second.

‘Why is there a competition between your worlds?’ Victoria tried to distract herself from thoughts about Kharon.

‘It’s a twisted, heavy… war. God always wanted to be good. He spoke well and beautiful, people believed him. They do still. But he didn’t let them choose and spoke about his virtues, showing himself a box of god qualities. We were precipitated due to his will… We disgowned and now we have rights, including speaking. Lucifer is a strict Lord, he can impose someone to do what he wants but he will never make people believe in him. Lucifer always called for materialism. In his turn God always spoke about ideology, about love for someone whom people never saw. God actually doesn’t like visiting his subordinates… Lucifer isn’t fastidious to spend couple of weeks with you…’