Ви Корс - The Mist and the Lightning. Part 10

At some point, looking up from reading, Karina looked at her friends and, seeing their bored faces, could not stand it, laughed:

“Arel, there are ten pages of layouts: all regulations, payments, income, expenses and accounting. Should I read?”

Arel, who was sitting with his hand on his cheek, shuddered:

“Eh? Of course not! Let it all go to hell! All this shit!”

Nikto held out his hand:

“Give it here, Karina, I'll figure it out. And I'll write Las what to do next.”

“Will you write it yourself?” Arel asked hopefully.

“Myself. Take it easy.”

“Right here, at the end,” said Karina, and her voice trembled:

“The lies about Enriki's death were revealed, and he, his sister Mily, doctor Caspar Janti and other accomplices were arrested and will be brought to trial. This was done by Leonardo, who now took over as Vitor Kors, and we could not do anything…”

“What?” Arel barely uttered, he put his hand on his throat, as if something prevented him from speaking, and looked questioningly at Nikto.

“Are you sure, Nik, that everything is going according to plan?” He asked carefully and with excitement.

And Nikto smiled torturedly:

“Yes.”

“It was easier to pretend to be a lamb, wasn't it, Nik?” Lis said, looking closely at the upset Nikto. “No expectations from you. And now we've put everything on you. And we are waiting for the results. Don't let us down!”

“Don’t be afraid of anything!” Nikto said firmly. “You are just people, and your fear will get you nowhere.”

“Are these the words of a Demon or a human?” Lis asked and smiled as he had not smiled for a long time. And, opening his mouth, showed them the tip of his tongue, which was now bifurcated, like the sting of a snake.

And Nikto turned away.

“Enriki’ss girl, Agatha, turned out to be alive, she served Caspar Janti in the hospital until his arrest, and later was sent to an orphanage in the “Lower City”. Agatha escaped from the shelter and returned to our Castle. Zara likes her a lot and allowed her to pick up a kitten. The kitty has grown up and has now brought three kittens,” Karina read, but, looking up and seeing the expression on their faces, stopped short.

Nikto had studied Vil’s report for a couple of hours and wrote a response to him and Morgan Talas. And Prince Arel was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep, and now he drank, then smoked, then admired his Nik, then tossed and turned from side to side. Finally, he could not resist:

“Nik?”

“Yes. What? Arel, I'm a little busy, you see. I'll fuck you later. Be patient.”

“I am not talking about that…”

“Come on! And what about then?” Nikto spoke distantly, without taking his eyes off the notes.

“Will you… will you take revenge on Leonardo? He… he… did a lot of harm to me. And Enriki and Mily, and this favorite doctor of yours. So? The one who saved you from death and from whom you studied. Is that so?”

Nikto looked up, looking up from the papers:

“Everyone will get what they deserve,” he said very seriously. “Don't worry, Arel.”

He looked down at the papers again.

And Arel sighed, he lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. And his face was sad, as if he was remembering or thinking about something bad.

“The devil is perfectly aware of his weakness and impotence. He understands that he has no real power to influence people. That is why he tries to persuade them to cooperate, to assist. Having found a weak point in a person, he tries to influence him in one way or another, and often he succeeds. First of all, the devil wants us to fear him, thinking that he has real power. And if a person falls for this bait, he becomes vulnerable and susceptible to “demonic arrows”, that is, those arrows that the devil and demons shoot into the soul of a person.

Mily looked gratefully at Vil, Zara, Morgan Talas and his friends who stood next to her in the Temple of the Gods.

“How can I thank you?! For saving me from prison and finding laws that made me innocent!”

Vil looked at her with an affectionate smile.

“Mily, don't thank us. Thank our Gods, they saved you!”

“Yes, yes!” Mily warmly supported, folding her hands in a prayer gesture. “I, too, will go to the Temple now, like you, and thank the Gods, and pray to them for the salvation of my precious Enriki!”

She looked with benevolent lust at the preacher, who continued his sermon to the audience.

“The entrance of the devil into the soul of a person is opened, as I said, by magic, witchcraft, drugs, alcoholic addiction. Sexual, mental and other forms of addiction pose a tremendous spiritual danger. We must take care not to be dependent on anything in life, in order to be spiritually and physically as free as possible. A person who controls his mind, his heart, his actions can always resist the devil. The one who turns out to be a slave to some passion or vice becomes unable to repel the onslaught of the devil.”

You may ask: to what extent is the devil able to influence our thought at all? How much does he even know what is happening in our thoughts, in our heart? How competent is he in matters of spiritual life? I have formed the conviction, on the basis of the holy scriptures and my personal observations, that the devil has no direct knowledge of our internal processes. At the same time, being very experienced, he dealt with many people, and worked with each one individually, he uses these skills and recognizes what is going on inside a person by external signs. And looking for the most vulnerable spots. For example, when a person is in pride, it is very easy for the devil to influence him. But the only thing that the devil is capable of is to throw some sinful thought into a person. For example, the thought of even greater power, the crown. And he does this not because the inner world of a person, his heart is open to him, but only focusing on external signs. Having instilled in a person some thoughts, the devil is not able to control what will happen to him next. And if a person knows how to distinguish which thought came from the Gods, and which – from the demons, and reject sinful thoughts at their very appearance, the devil cannot do anything. The devil grows stronger as a sinful or passionate thought enters the human mind. There is a teaching about the gradual, step-by-step penetration of sinful thoughts into the soul of a person. The essence of this teaching is that if a person is on guard of his mind, he can reject this thought, “blow and spit” on it, and the devil will disappear. If a person becomes interested in a thought, begins to consider it, to talk with it, he conquers more and more territories in a person's mind until he embraces his whole nature, soul, heart and body!

“The rich gentlemen are mired in sins, they are allowed everything!” Said Morgan Talas with indignation when they left the Temple of the Gods after the sermon. “Their hearts can't be reached, only strength will help! It's time to overthrow them all and divide the wealth among ordinary people! To build a new order in the Black City!”

“Are you talking about the revolution?” Vil asked carefully.

“Yes,” Morgan Talas agreed with him. “This is my cherished dream!”

Chapter three. The cat

And life in the Estate of Prince Arel went on as usual. Everything had more or less settled down. The militia peasants moved to a renovated barrack near the stables and started building additional barracks. During this time, they already understood a little about military affairs and learned how to fight more professionally. Now they were not just a village rabble.

Karina tried together with everyone, trained every day. She was instructed to carry out rather general physical training, to teach the simplest techniques and links. Whereas Nikto and Arel trained promising Shrad and several more warriors, giving them more complex techniques. Because of this, Karina was a little offended, and it was still very boring to teach them such simple things.

Since she tried to practically exclude the “restorative” from her life and not take it anymore, it was hard for her. Nikto’s medicine – “Lyric” – helped, but still it was not at all what she needed. Karina began, as they called it, “to withdraw with the help of alcohol”, and fell into a new ambush. She began to drink.

In the morning she was bored to go to train the soldiers, but after drinking a couple of glasses of wine or a glass of something stronger, it became much more fun. Life began to play with new colors. Routine activities and duties no longer seemed so dreary. She even became interested. Boredom disappeared, and enthusiasm appeared. It was no longer a pity for the time spent on a tedious business. She began to train with imagination. She arranged various competitions and contests between the soldiers: whoever pulls up more, pushes up more, runs in full uniform. Nikto and Arel didn’t limit her. They saw that she was cheerful and drunk.

Arel called it “to get hammered”.

“Hey, Karina, have you gotten hammered again?” He laughed.

But they didn’t make comments to her, didn’t limit her in alcohol, allowing her to train in any state. As for the militia themselves, they looked at her as at a goddess, a warrior who had descended from heaven, and didn’t understand at all whether she was sober or not.

Lis asked her a couple of times, displeased, whether it was necessary to deal with the peasants in a short bra-top with a bare belly and short tight-fitting shorts. She didn't care. By the evening, she was usually already drunk. And when she was so hammered, they didn’t touch her and didn’t take her to their room to fuck.

In this state, she felt calm and relaxed, she was not afraid. Anxiety and fear let go, and Karina laughed carelessly along with everyone, for example, at the fact that Arel couldn’t cut off evenly a piece of bread for herself, to which he snapped that the prince was not obliged to be able to cut bread. Yes, but the prince knew how to cut people very well.

They also laughed at her because she called them “guys”. Karina said:

“Listen, guys…”

And they began to laugh, for some reason they were very amused.

“I won't play cards with you, guys!”

And they were laughing again.

Despite the fact that Nikto seemed to have given her to Arel, the prince didn’t touch her. With this order, which at first seemed to be so cruel, in fact, Nikto did her a favor. Because Lis was spurred on, and Lis was now with her, as if in spite of Arel and in spite of the order. He began to demonstrate that she was his, not the prince’s.

“You are mine, and I don’t care that Nikto gave you to Arel!” He told her arrogantly.

And Karina thought that Nikto helped her. Knowing how ambitious Lis was, Nikto fueled interest in him. Yes, in a terrible, rude and harsh way, but Nikto knew them and knew how to handle them. And now Lis was jealous that they had given her to Arel, and he wanted her. He fell for this ruse.

Karina practically moved into his room. Although the room was very small and most of it was occupied by a huge uncomfortable closet with all kinds of old stuff. But now Karina was living with Lis, and they spent all the nights together. Lis, as it were, appropriated her, and Karina was happy about it. Although from time to time he yelled at her “fucking scum” and all the stuff like that, and a couple of times, dragging her drunk body into the room, beat the shit out of her. Once at that moment Karina sobered up a little from pain, and therefore remembered how Lis yelled at her and hit her. And the second time, it was only from the new bruises and blood spots on her body that she realized that Lis had beaten her a little in the evening. But he didn’t hit her in the face and didn’t say anything in the morning, he hugged her as usual, caressed and fucked her. And in the morning her conscience began to torment her, a feeling of guilt gnawed at her that she got drunk again. Therefore, she tried to be gentle and careful with Lis. However, not for long, because she again took alcohol to alleviate her physical and moral condition. She was hungover. But Lis definitely loved her, it was somehow visible, and everything between them, on the whole, was not bad and was beginning to improve.