Darina Grotto - Unlimited

‘…Speak to me, speak…’ the demon undid his third button of his shirt, kissing her fingertips. ‘What are you feeling now? Just a desire?’

Victoria emitted a gently moan and almost waved her hand to reality, when she understood that she wasn’t feeling any touches.

‘You’re a virgin…’ Kharon looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Vic jumped up on the bed and started setting her T-short and hair in a hurry.

‘What do you mean a virgin? I’ve had men…’ she informed being offended.

‘I know. You’re a mental virgin. Love is a sacrament which should be being studied not for a year. I’m thousand years old and I’ve still been studying because it’s very seldom when you can find the same women. Nobody told and showed you anything. You had just sex like milliard others, with participation of a woman and a man both. I’m ready to give you one more participant – love. Sex isn’t a sex when there is a man, a woman and love. It grows into a high love and you’re lucky to get it being awakened.’

Kharon grabbed the shocked girl showered her with voluptuous kisses. Victoria didn’t have time to give a squeak. That’s all, she gave up. Her strength failed her to say him “no”. She didn’t want to say it anymore.

Suddenly Kharon got frozen and stopped breathing for a while. That time was enough for Victoria to get back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked at her seducer in surprise.

‘What’s up?’ she worried, glancing at the confused face in front of her.

‘I have something vibrating in my trousers…’ the man frowned and got up from the bed.

With two fingers he pulled his cell out of his pocket. A quiet chuckle was heard. Kharon shifted his gaze at the girl: having closed her mouth with her hands, she was chuckling.

‘It isn’t vibrating any more… What does it want?’ the demon gave the device to Victoria.

‘It’s a message.’

‘From whom?’

‘Spam. People, automatic systems always suggest you buy something, to get a credit, to win a car… Different nonsense.’

The man looked at the cell and the girl with a serious countenance.

‘What am I supposed to do with it?’

‘You can delete message or forget about it. No answer needs. No share participation needs, neither.’

Vic rose up, went up to the frozen man and started buttoning his shirt.

‘I’ve got another interview tomorrow… I have to sleep a bit. If you’re not busy, we can meet in the evening. What do you think?’

‘Are you turning me out?’ he was truly surprised.

‘No. I’m giving you a hint that I’m tired. The last day and a half events exhausted me a little bit and made me be nervous. I have lost lots of strength to meet with Lucifer… Then you appeared and I lost my mind completely. I’m a human and it’s difficult to communicate with your world, feel something for you.’

Kharon knitted his brows and looked at the girl, carefully listened to her, trying to understand. But he couldn’t. Everything what he could get was that the girl wanted him to leave.

He knew nothing about relax, he knew nothing about exhaustion. But with diligence he studied people, trying to create a formula “if…, then….”. In this case he was successful, having remembered that “if a person is tired then he needs some rest”.

‘Ok, I see.’ He agreed without murmur. ‘What do I have to do before leaving? Just to disappear?’

‘No. You have to kiss me. Then to say good night.’

‘Is that what you do before sleeping? People, I mean.’

‘Well, not all. Only those do it who get on with each other at least… or beloved. Strangers won’t do anything like this.’

‘I see.’ Kharon smiled having embraced the girl. ‘I’m gonna just kiss you…’ he informed, having felt her being got nervous because of his touches. ‘And say good night.’

Kharon was walking in the city centre. There were lots of people and the demon didn’t know where to look first. He had to observe people’s behaviour in usual life. He had to find out what they did when they weren’t in bed and how they communicated.

He got into a night café outside the building at Nikolskaya street and started looking over couples.

And marvel happened! People were so different. They had everything different! Kharon was in perturbation. In the beginning when Lucifer indicated his will, the demon was sure that, “uh, people! A flock of lustful small fries! What could he be taught by them? What could they give?”

And there was a cocky demon, seducer of women’s hearts, was sitting and getting how common men won women’s favour. Why did Victoria reject him so many times when they had many possibilities to enjoy each other? What else was he supposed to do?

And certainly, he didn’t understand what the girls had in their minds. She got Lucifer from under the ground in literally way, gave him her soul, had Supreme Incubus in her hands for two years and then said: “get out, I’m tired”. Being on the earth within 24 hours Kharon was philosophizing of women’s logic and its consequences.

A couple sat to the table near him: a young man helped his girl to sit. Kharon noticed everything: the young man pulled out the chair, waited for the girl to sit, then pulled in the chair. Finally, he sat himself in front of her. His eyes were full of love, gazing at the girl while being frowned she was looking over the menu which a waiter had brought. There was a small bunch consisted of three burgundy roses. Doubtlessly that was the young man who had given the flowers to the girl.

Flowers. Kharon checked the first feature which was often met along Nikolskaya street. If a girl was walking with flowers, there was a big possibility that a man walking near her, was her admirer. Also, she could walk with flowers after having dated if a young man didn’t accompany her.

Eyes. That was the second feature which Kharon paid attention to. Almost all the men were looking at their girls like if there were goddesses before them. They idolized their ladies with only their looks. Their eyes were shining. That was true! They were glaring! They looked so alive for the demon, that he was deeply thoughtful if he could look at any woman in the same way as they did.

Kharon noticed mentored voices and selfish looks of the girls. Due to their countenance, it was understandable that what was going on around, had to be. There was no door number three.

Smiles. One more feature that Kharon checked to himself. Most of beloved were smiling. Their smiles and thoughts didn’t always have connection, of course, but nevertheless, the men had their lips corners up, and the girls glowed with pride, smiling to everyone. Kharon liked smiling and that task shouldn’t have been a problem.

Holding hands in hands was what Kharon checked, too. What important was there in that way of touching? Why did men and women like holding hands in hands?

Kharon spelled out the information, in advance created an action plan in relation to his complicated girl – Victoria.

Could he say “my girl”? What did people put into this definition? My girl meant mine… Was he able to do with her whatever he wanted? Did he need to know her desires? Were “property” and “girl” equal?

He saw couples who frowned were waking separately. A young man wandered with his head low, and a girl walked, crossed her hands on her chest and looked with a vacant stare somewhere ahead. Kharon could read minds and gazes: she looked just because she had eyes. She wasn’t interested in looking over the night street.

What could make them be sad? What was the reason that they were walking like strangers? The demon didn’t know that strangers were ok for human relationship. Time mercilessly took everything that people were happy with. Step by step people were turning back from each other, stopping understanding each other, and one fine day they would wake up, look at each other and coincidently wonder: “Who are you and why are you lying in my bed?”

The demon didn’t think of real complexity of human relations, of the crazy spectrum of their unexplainable feelings and murderous interventions of consciousness. While Kharon was observing the people possessed with passion, maybe, love, he tried to understand them at once.

Kharon put on every human movement. Could he do the same? What did he feel about the girl with Lucifer’s mark? Did he really feel?

Doubtlessly he understood he wanted to make love with her. She smelled of sex and despite of she was too young and awfully inexperienced, the demon felt a sexual moth-to-the-flame. Was it good? Was it enough for a woman? Sex in dreams was what he needed. He was never rejected, ashamed and always wanted. All his women waited for continuation in next dream, without thinking that they were going to die after the first night. None of them thought that the same thing could happen in reality.

Kharon was observing all people. He was listening to human speech and reading their minds. It was very often when speaking didn’t fit thinking. Sometimes speaking was beautiful and Kharon listened with delight to it. But there were wild thoughts floating through the head about how they were fed up with all of that. And good thinking and better speaking were more seldom.

Kharon was highly motivated not to disappoint his Lord and the girl whom disrespectful future would be waiting for.

4

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September 2013 (Wednesday, Afternoon)

Victoria was going by metro, Kharon was holding her from the left side. She was going to be interviewed again, the demon was just accompanying her.

They both kept silence. Victoria got her thoughts out of her head one by one, while the strong hands were embracing her. Kharon was smiling, looking at the useless attempts to stop thinking of love.

It was a strange and inapprehensible case for him: in the beginning people had been looking for love, long and passionately, having tried lots of woes. Then some of them were lucky and found love. Instead of obeying, yield to love, they started driving it out from hearts and heads. So, what was the matter? How was it possible?

Victoria was looking for an excuse for herself: I’ve got an interview and I don’t wanna look stupid.

‘Victoria Drache?’ a nice-looking girl appeared in big hall.

‘It’s me.’ Vic smiled, rising up from the chair.

‘Let me introduce myself – I’m Anne. I’m HR specialist for staff recruiting.’

‘Victoria. I’m a designer.’

‘Ok, Vic. Nice to meet you. Tell me about you a little.’

‘I graduated…’

Suddenly there was darkness before her eyes. That wasn’t just pitch-dark but a substation where one could wander eternally. Through the dull foggy curtains gray paths were seen, which were often crossed. It was a labyrinth. A terrible mischievous labyrinth.

The girl was alone between that darkness, enveloped with crossed paths. Breathing was becoming more difficult; her heart didn’t obey her. As a result, she was turning around like a humming-top. She tried to find out where to go and if she needed to go anywhere. The girl ran following her nose. She stepped from one path to another, going through the black walls, feeling their slight obstacles, which were got over with no problem.

Fear was closer and closer, ready to strangle with its emaciated hands like huge pincers. Panic was on the top of its madness, wrapping the consciousness…

‘Well, Victoria, I’m not gonna be cunning, I like you and… here is the list of documents that you need to hand in HR during next week. As soon as you’re done your paper work you can approach. Agree?’

Vic kept her eyes wide open at her interviewer. To say that she understood nothing meant to say nothing.