Unlimited

‘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.

‘Hypothetically, yes. Even the lowest ranks can do this, with no speaking about the greatest. But you don’t have to worry, my dear human. No one will dare do this within the nearest two years. Foreseeing your question why, I say: you have a great protection in form of me. So, you can sleep peacefully… or not if you, finally, let me touch you. Will you?’

His amber eyes were gazing at the soul depth of the girl. They were smiling, hearing her thoughts, full of self-sacrificing desire.

‘Have you ever raped anyone?’ a question jumped out of her mouth.

The demon smirked, shaking his head, firmly squeezing her hand and walked ahead. Vic was walking behind, calling her bad words for the wacky question. Suddenly the demon stopped and pulled the girl to him.

‘I don’t see such thoughts in your mind. Do you want that?’ he asked being absolutely serious.

Vic got nervous and shook her head, hiding her eyes and cursing out herself stronger.

‘I’m a ladies’ man in bed. If a woman wants what you’ve said, I’ll do it. But I really don’t see such desire in your thoughts, that’s why I’m concluding that the question was asked just for nothing. Why?’

‘I don’t know… Generally, people like asking questions just for nothing. In fact, they don’t care about answers. I asked it because you always ask, “Can I, May I, do you agree”. Do you ask everyone or just me?’

‘Oh, dear, you’ve touched a very complicated theme. Let’s go somewhere and I’ll tell you how it works.’

Without hesitation they entered the first met place where there were tables and ordered drinks and sat down to resolve range of issues.

‘You see, human child, Hell is a very humanitarian thing. We never do against a human’s will…’

‘Except penetration, right?’ she grinned.

‘It’s an operational need.’

The demon smiled in reply, thinking about that there was a powerful witch spirit sitting before him, that had been penetrated her. Penetration was a dangerous thing and even the demon understood it, but he didn’t want to tell anything to the scared girl.

A spirit could penetrate by its own free will and it could do it by a witch’s own will… Kharon didn’t want to think about it. He perfectly knew what a witch’s penetration would end in. It was a kind of curse! Witches often made larvae, cheesy spirits penetrate person whom they didn’t like, and it was very difficult to get rid of. It was almost impossible.

Penetrated spirit started annihilating a human from inside step by step. In time the poor person couldn’t be recognized. The young cheerful lively person became gloomy, wanted nothing melancholic who dreamt about only one – to die. Then his fate came into the game: the person died. Doctors left their hands in dismay, shifting the blame on psychiatrists, the last ones put the blame on an accident, a little bit on inadvertently and depression. As a result, no one was to blame by the way the person was gone.

Did Victoria need it all? The hell judicious representative thought that of course, she didn’t.

‘Why don’t you do anything against a human’s will? Is that because if a person suffers during or after a meeting with someone like you and he suffers just because he wanted to?