Unlimited

He was coming into the water, tendering him with its foam. Victoria, arms extended, was on his arms and enjoyed the moment. In such a quiet, bohemian place with the man of her dream Victoria forgot about her worldly experiences and worries. Fuck Gregory. Fuck the ghosts and their desires and threats. She didn’t care about anything. Vic just wanted that moment to be never ended.

Kharon gently put the girl into the water. It immediately took possession of her docile body, enveloping it with the warm waves. Impudent fishes curled around her feet, tickling skin with its fins. The water as clear as glass. The soft sand on the bottom let the feet immerse in, covered them with its small grains of sand. The girl smiled and looked up at Kharon. He examined her face, perceiving her reaction. Victoria stood up on her toes and kissed the man. His hand, alien to the earth and water but so cognatus already, embraced the girl not giving her a chance to escape.

While they were melting in passion kiss none of them notice a playful wave coming from behind. A few seconds later the wave covered the two of them who were so irresponsibly thought of nature power. Sea salty taste was on the lips, slightly pinched micro wounds that had been given by the coming frost in Moscow. They want to erase the water and they like that solitude with nature. Kharon came to rescue with kisses.

Slowly almost without moves he drugged them both under the water.

‘I can’t…’ The girl tried to refuse.

‘It doesn’t matter…relax.’

Water covered their heads and the sea calmed down, having come back to breeze. Under the water surface, still hugging they both plunged not just into the depth of the sea, they plunged into each other again and again studying what a chain of trust between a man and a woman meant. What was the price of this trust? Kharon wasn’t preoccupied with questions. He perfectly knew the price of his every step, breath, movements that he made on the Earth, in the human world. Having dove into a tremendous storm of emotions and feelings, having tasted what ordinary people would never taste, Victoria opened the eyes: she was in the hall at Kharon’s flat. He was behind and hugged her, pressing out the rest of the energy.

‘Hum,’ the girl grinned, stroking Kharon’s hands. ‘I’m on my feet again after sex with you! It can’t be… It means we had no sex and you just sent us into a beautifully fictitious country.’

The man let her go and with a smile began to undress. He slowly put off the coat, shoes, Victoria watched him with the greatest gratitude on her face and respect in her soul. Following his example, she undressed too and went to the room.

‘I’m so tired!’ Vic said and fell on the bed.

Kharon smiled wider feeling the rise of energy in his body.

‘I have to change,’ Vic said with no desire, getting up from the bed. ‘I’m hungry by the way. Let’s order pizza, my love?’

The girl smilingly looked at Kharon and pulled out the jacket. The small grains of white sand spilled out from under her bra. Victoria frowned and looked at her body. There was beach sand on her belly and the stone of divine beauty was on her neck.

‘Kharon!’ Vic exclaimed, having realized that all of that meant.

The demon only smiled slyly in reply and left the room.

3

December 2013 (Tuesday)

The snowflakes were falling down over Moscow. Kharon was sleeping, lying snug in his bed. he had already started understanding that it was so great to be a human who did nothing. He could find pros for to be a human but instead of comprehending them he fell into misunderstanding more and more. Why did people often say that life is dull and monotonous? Even when they face changed, they forgot about it very quickly. They were afraid. Confused. They thought how changes could have influence on their future.

The demon didn’t understand what people could want to get from each other if they already had everything. Why could amplitudinous catastrophes happen? He understood that a human was able to feel but he didn’t understand why many emotions were ignored. Why did someone feel only positive emotions while others felt nothing but negative ones?

Kharon wanted to know what to be in love meant. For some reason he was sure that to make love being in love was more interesting and pleasant. He considered sex to be his work. He liked it but now he was tired of it. He couldn’t stop doing it: the demon ate only passionate and sexual energies. Everyone needed feed, nothing could survive without material.

He had fun with women. In reality. He was fed up doing it in dreams. It was now dull and even stupid to create a page for ladies with piles of illusionary things. People did build illusions in their reality, worried about them, broke their hearts and heads. Before Kharon hadn’t knew that a human dream was just a continuation of reality.

Kharon realized all the beauty of tactical feelings with women in human world and he didn’t know what could make him go back to dream world.

Women died. None of them could stay alive after deathly coitus with the king of sexual delights. They, like in dreams, unquestionably agreed to have a deal and they paid for it. Kharon wasn’t a lawyer and he never explained what consequences were going to happen after. He was a demon. Bloodthirsty, selfish, cocky and ambitious. He needed to get yes, and he got it. He had to bring new falling souls into Lucifer’s kingdom at any price.

He was surprised with human trust… especially when it was about female part. They believed nobody harmed them that the deal suggested was just a stupid joke and their arousal was at the limit and they could resist. They seemed to be about to lose their minds… and finally they agreed.

Some died while they were having a rest after the demon invasion, with the closed eyes. Heart couldn’t bear the load and slowed down deceitfully and then it stopped at all. It got frozen in chest being tried, exhausted and lifeless.

Others’ hearts, less weak and more stupid, refused to pump blood while their owners were making love. It wanted nothing more but peace. And it got it.

Those ladies, who hearts were stronger and managed to survive coitus with hell and the all terror of body deep stillness after, were going to meet with Obliterator himself. The spirit or the demon, following hell adherents, picked up the rebellious souls. He checked if there was someone left alive by the demon. Those who managed to survive the night with the demon there would be much worse for them. Obliterator came himself. He would never put on a nice mask for people. He appeared in his genuine shape.

As a rule, Obliterator was the last which people saw in their lives. Hell knew no stories when a human survived after meeting with this spirit. His body was like a human one, he had two legs and two arms, at least. The spirit moved with the help of his legs and arms simultaneously. He looked like a spider but much more disgusting and at the first sight he seemed to be clumsy absolutely. It was a defective impression. In a broken and strange position Obliterator ran too fast! Like a crab.

He was white with muddy grey long stripes over his body and resembled the colour of tree trunk. His head was more oval and porrect than a human one. He had an intangible line of a nose, but you could hardly be able to see it. There was a thin line instead of a mouth. It looked like there had never been any cavitas oris before but there was a tauten skin like a drum. And then someone made a cut and a mouth appeared with no lips. There were long fangs hidden in his mouth look like gluttons’ claws in shape and long. Due to this unusual form of his teeth the lower part of his face was porrect down. There were big black smoggy circles instead of eyes, like they were drawn in pencil and then someone tried to erase them with a very bad eraser. They were smeared and terrible because there were two points twinkling like two-piece coals of light-yellow colour in the middle of the dirty-black abyss.

He had no hair. All his body was just skin, rough and mortally malodorous. As Obliterator fed on raw and fresh human flesh who had a deal with anyone, the process of digestion and purification came up inside of the spirit. Everything that fell into Obliterator’s body, passed into nothingness. Every chemist and physical scientist would envy him as the demon’s body was capable of digesting even quantum particles. So, while he was digesting, and it took him about a week, Obliterator sent malodour which human would hardly be able to bear. Even Kharon, having a meeting with Obliterator, wrinkled his nose at the smell. Taking into account the fact the spirit fed all the time there was no break between his malodour.

Once Kharon met Obliterator at one place, being stricken unbelievable malodour, asked Lucifer why he made the spirit to be so malodorous? In his turn Lucifer with his usual smile asked to be more respectful of Obliterator as it was, he who cleaned all the screw-ups left by other demons. And who ever heard of such a thing that scavenger and cleaners smelled like a chamomiles and thyme? Moreover, fortunately for those who met this spirit he was untalkative. He preferred to keep silence. But if he started speaking then even his co-brothers-demons couldn’t help wrinkling their nose at the smell. The most nauseating, impossible, vomit-inducing, disgusting smell that could ever happen in the world, came out of Obliterator’s mouth. Maybe that’s why the spirit was so taciturn not to harm anyone with his malodour. He was also uncomfortable because of it. This demon was lonely that made him have sad thoughts.

He killed in two ways. The first one was when he appeared usually at night and because of his big entrance people fainted and never came back. The second way was a game when a human had iron nerves and he could bear the demon’s appearance. It was Obliterator’s malodour. There was nothing left to breathe with as frequent and hoarse breath of Obliterator foully infected the air with spores of poison that venomed the human body.

After the human was dead Obliterator came into the body while it was warm and ate away inside.

Those who agreed for a deal with a demon had no chance to survive. Except two persons: it was Victoria who had paid for having Kharon with her soul and… Vasilisa.

Lucifer, Kharon and Obliterator had a very long conversation when the incubus asked Lucifer for the permission not to pay off Vasilisa and not to involve Obliterator as Kharon regarded the girl as always available energy source at hand and if he needed, he could make her come with the help of his thought power.

Lucifer had listened to the demon’s arguments for a long time and after he decided to let Vasilisa live at no charge… for a while. The fact that the girl had signed       her own death-warrant was well-known for everyone expect her friend and herself, that was obviously.

Lucifer perfectly understood that his friend had a difficult game part and the incubus tried to think it out. If the witch got into a wax and decided to draw teeth Kharon he had to have a stand-by energy scarce.

None of the girls guessed which performance they both took parts in… fortunately for them. To play so easily with human lives and people didn’t know about was a favourite hobby in hell. While people were sure that they played indeed they were played.

Kharon met with Vasilisa once in a week, warming up interest in her, devouring her energy. Bit by bit he realized that women were different not only in bed but in life.

Victoria always cooked delicious dinners, had time to bake fabulous pies and cookies. She prepared juices and coffee with some syrups. She was at the oven with no tiredness and every time outdid herself in culinary art. The demon didn’t refuse that all that Victoria did was really delicious and whetted his appetites every time.

Vasilisa preferred to go to cafеs and restaurants, tasting the most expensive dishes in the menu. She had no hesitation to say to Kharon that she was ready for dinner at his own expense.

Victoria guarded the house clean. Despite her personality of a designer even her table was left clean. Kharon very seldom could see her expensive pencils lying over the table. In the contrary they were put in a big box, sorted by their colour, gently coming from one into another colour.

Vasilisa had nothing to make a mess of. Having been in her room not once Kharon couldn’t understand if the girl had any hobbies. Her room was too empty but all the same there was a mess. Vasilisa’s ambiguity reflected firmly on her personality and behaviour.

Victoria constantly said him pleasant words of love which Kharon used to listen to and considered them to be a normal state of things. Vic never forgot mentioning about her love for the man and every time thanked someone for the fact that things went in their own way she liked.

Vasilisa never told anything like that. She felt nothing like that. In thoughts she wouldn’t be against if Kharon fell in love with her. To be with such a man was a rarity. Sometimes their relationships made the demon be shocked with the way the girl thought. Without stopping she made up reasons why Kharon was with her. She chose only one – Kharon was, of course, in love with her! Feeling the make-believe love of the man who was actually incapable of loving anyone, Vasilisa tried to turn him around her finger and didn’t understand why none of her tricks worked.

Victoria ironed his shirts and trousers and Vasilisa rumbled them. Vic looked in his eyes and said how much she loved him. Vasilisa looked in his eyes and asked to love her.

Every time when Kharon stayed with Victoria’s friend, the witch saw the bedroom scenes between a man a woman without faces. She got used to see them as she did about the spirits which talked to her, about visions of the past and intuitive predictions of future.

She couldn’t even think that her friend, the only one, bedded with her beloved man. Honestly Victoria almost forgot about Vasilisa. She didn’t call and text her as she was consumed with Kharon. Vasilisa was scared with only one thought that Victoria would call her and ask to meet as it had been before. Vasya couldn’t imagine in what way she was supposed to look in her friend’s eyes and smiling to tell different nonsense not to make her be suspicious.

Indeed, Victoria was blind totally! Because of love. She didn’t want to believe and see anything. She loved and yearned for being love trying to awake and cultivate the feeling in the demonic creature.

Victoria took Kharon at Hamlet performance in the theatre. That was the place where people rose in applause after Hamlet’s monolog and Kharon smiled listening to people and actors’ minds: so, few of them thought about what they had just seen, others thought of intermission and champagne. Victoria proved that theatrical art was very complicated. Kharon smiled again: people found things difficult which chemical composition consisted of only two molecules in fact. People didn’t like when things were simple. Kharon was surprised with the miracle feature of humans to have eternal tendency to complicate the primitive processes and their lives. The shining example of a person who just didn’t want to live without complicating everything, was Victoria.