«I came to say goodbye and say thank you,»– the sorcerer said to me, making a half bow.
– And the power and the demons, what were you supposed to give me? You didn’t touch me before you died, did you? – I asked.
– I kissed you while you were sleeping, back on the first day of your arrival. – The dead spirit replied.
–So that’s why…
– Yes.
He looked over my shoulder.
– Go, meet the dawn of a new era, together with other people. See you in the Underworld. For now, goodbye. – The spirit told me and disappeared into the fog.
And I went towards the dawn…..
History 3. The Church demon.
I couldn’t sleep last night. It was midnight, one, two. I couldn’t get the conversation with the demon out of my head. The thing is, I was at church today. I needed to buy candlesticks for thin wax candles. The church smelled of rotten flesh and incense. The unpleasant smell and vile feeling of death did not leave me when I was in church. I experienced similar unpleasant sensations when I picked up Mansour’s book. I had a momentary vision of cadaverous worms falling out of the book.
I noticed that there were people in the church. There was an evil grandmother selling candles behind the counter and the priest himself was busy in the back room. I asked you not to condemn the priest because he is a sinner and as a true Christian he has sinned and repented, sinned and again repented.
The parishioners themselves are strictly divided into two types. The first type consists mainly of practitioners who have come to harm their enemies or those of their clients, or, perhaps, on the contrary, they have come to heal themselves or their clients. The second type includes people who have come for atonement of their sins. They attend confession and all services, and priests will absolve them of all their sins.
My young neighbor, Ninochka, was among the parishioners. Her mom calls her Nina. She is seven years younger than me and looks like a typical fashionable provincial with extended nails, false hair, and eyelashes. Nina complements her look with a push-up bra. She studies to become a lawyer by correspondence and her favorite sin is lust. She loves having sex very much with different men and I wouldn’t be surprised if she had sexual experiences with girls too. Nina’s favorite breakfast is dick and her pink dream is to get the cock of a newfangled rapper or to participate in an orgy with that rapper.
– The headlight is great, and the face is lovely. It’s so beautiful. They’re like an angel and a devil. I want both of them. When I’m old, I’ll remember that I had a relationship with that person. And it won’t be so painful to look at myself in the mirror, – she confessed to me.
Since Ninochka pretends to believe in God, she goes to church regularly. And the priest, who indulges in alcoholic cahors, listens to all of Nina’s stories about her relationships in confession and forgives her for her sins. I wouldn’t be surprised if the priest started drinking because of her stories.
If you ask Nina about marriage, she might say something like this:
– Same thing every day? No, that’s not for me.
Of course, her favorite song is:
«I’ll never be a feminist because I have breasts…»
The fact that her breasts are fake, of course, we won’t mention.
Apart from the people in the church, there were, let’s say, non-people. The imp was brazenly sitting with his ass on the icon and wagging his tail. His tail looked like a black arrow.
«What are you doing here?» Isn’t this the house of the One God?– I asked, totally freaking out.
«Hee-hee, what god? God is not here. Just me.»– The imp replied, wagging his tail at me.