Unlimited

Victoria had no desire to get through. For the first time ever, the girl remembered the mark on her shoulder blade. She felt it like an unhealed cut,       tightened with new skin. There was no pain. Vic was paralyzed. She saw neither Kharon nor his grin being rather kind, nor Akton who greedily studied her like a hungry dog, dreaming about a bone with meat. A posthumous silence marked Lucifer’s appearance. Everything around stopped existing, moving, breathing. All was still.

‘How do you do….’ She stammered.

The creaking of the chair was heard behind: Kharon rose up and wanted to come up to the girl. He felt her wild fear and heard her tongue whisper a single prayer frantically and silently in her mind, constantly crossing in tumultuous imagination. In reality the girl couldn’t still move.

He hadn’t got far when he met the Lord’s hand with a gesture making him stop. The demon obeyed and stopped. Lucifer didn’t even look at his friend. He held an invisible thread between him and the girl. Lucifer moved closer to Victoria’s face and with self-confident smile said:

‘What, Sunshine? I can’t hear you… Say it aloud!’

Being like hypnotized Victoria opened her mouth and started speaking. The things she was speaking made already surprised Kharon sit up and take notice. Fortunately for him, Akton had been still in artificial deafness created by Lucifer and he saw and heard nothing but the moves of the mouth.

Victoria was speaking in Latin. With each word her voice became more confident and stronger. Her speech didn’t stammer a word like if the girl came out of the Era of Caesar, from the Senate, filled with incomparable eloquence and metaphors. Kharon heard just stunningly beautiful Latin speech, understanding every word like it had been before in the days of Caesar when the demon had lived also, but he wasn’t able to catch the meaning. Lucifer, having frozen smile on his lips, realized that the witch was plotting one of the most powerful, ancient spell-protection against him. He was more fascinated with the way Victoria made the spell: her eyes didn’t blink and move but looked straight into Lucifer’s ones; they knew no fear in contrast to the whole body; her lips were whispering the endless text; her voice like a voice of a nightingale was so feminine and magnetic.

‘Lucifer…’ Kharon called softly.

In reply The Fallen Angel waved his hand, intently watching her whispering lips. Then he lifted up his hand and turned his palm up to Victoria. On his open palm a ball burning with fire was born, having inside lightings fulgurated. With admire and inspiration Lucifer was looking at the lighting ball and the whispering lips. Nobody in the café seemed to be noticing anything unusual. All were busy with their own business. Maybe Lucifer didn’t want them to notice…

Suddenly Victoria stopped speaking, took a deep breath, blinked her eyes, trying to see something through a veil before her eyes.

‘I can’t anymore…’ she said barely above a whisper.

‘Goo try, Sunshine!’ Lucifer blew out the fire-ball on his palm and flicked the ashes. ‘I’d have been to be covered with fire, haven’t I? Next time, dear, next time.’

Victoria breathed hard, still experienced worry and fear of The Lord of Hell. But she had no strength to be consumed fully by panic.

‘I’ve been glad to see you, Kharon.’ Lucifer waved at the frozen demon. ‘And you, Sunshine,’ he came closer to the girl. ‘You’ve seen nothing. We haven’t met today. You’ve just come in and seen Kharon. See you.’

He looked mockingly round the girl, snapped his fingers before her nose and having grabbed Akton, disappeared.

‘Kharon!’ Victoria exclaimed, having seen the man.

The demon was totally frustrated. The thing he had seen made him be speechless. Honestly, he got nervous. While he was looking at Victoria his seriousness didn’t face any limits. The true witch was before him and five minutes ago she had tried to set fire on Lucifer.

The evening was brooding. For a long time the girl tried to find out what was wrong with the man, but he made excuses too skilfully use them in response.

Victoria told him nothing about her work, Gregory and his too frequent appearance in her life. She was still naïve to think that Kharon would be nervous because of another man in the girl’s life. Partially she connected the demon’s decadent mood with it. She was unaware that demons couldn’t love, feel and they didn’t know what jealousy meant. They knew nothing about those emotions in relation to a human. Between them they could plunge themselves into argument whom this victim belonged. But to plunge into people’s emotions was no way for them. Lowest, primitive, knowing and seeing nothing creatures that was most of the demons thought of people. But who could explain it to the girl in love? She wanted to get mutual feelings. But she didn’t get them. She had to compensate for missing with her fantasy about that the demon would be angry if he had found out his rivals in love was coming.