The Mist and the Lightning. Part 11 - стр. 7
“Please, please stop! Arel for this title, by order of the king, was made sterile,” Karina tried to object somehow, so that it would not seem to Lis that all the bad things happened only to him. “He paid dearly for his nobility.”
“Well, yes,” Lis threw down a cigarette, out of habit, immediately lighting up the next one from her. “But I have a lot of children, according to Nikto, and all from whores and slaves!”
“But you yourself are to blame, you play very hard, you yourself understand it. You yell at Nikto, you call him names. You are very cocky. So you get it,” Karina decided not to develop the topic about his children.
“My wonderful good life made me so, and I will remain so!”
“Stop smoking.”
Karina hugged him, and he didn’t pull away.
“I love you for that! You will become king!”
“And Arel will become a Demon!”
“Well, Lis, well enough. Stop being jealous of him.”
Lis covered his face with his palms:
“That’s all. Sorry. I won't anymore.”
After a while, Nikto brought everyone back. They again stood in the center of the room in the old witch’s cave. And Nikto clumsily sank to the floor and groaned:
“Oh, damn…”
The difference between the way he was in his limit, and what he was again was too obvious. They got used to him fast, strong, without a scar, with a clean beautiful face. And now his face was disfigured again because of Karina's brother. Nikto covered it with his hands. He sat hunched over, not moving, as if coming to his senses, getting used to the limitations of a crippled human body.”
“I can’t, I don’t want…”
“Nik,” Lis asked cautiously, “are you now a human or a Demon?”
Nikto removed his hands from his face and looked at Lis:
“I'm now a Demon in a fucking human body and a human face with this fucking scar!”
He ran his fingers over his scarred cheek.
“How I got sick!”
“You just whine and talk like Karina’s brother usually talks.”
“He used to talks so even when he was a Demon,” Arel inserted carefully, the prince’s cheek was sealed in several layers with a black plaster, “he often said so.”
Nikto looked up:
“Don't look at me like that! Don’t!”
He stood up heavily, continuing to quietly pronounce curses in unclean language.
“But you yourself created humans so imperfect,” said Lis.
“I didn’t create people, they were created by the Supreme Demons and the God of the upper ones.”
“The one who was then crucified, as Lila says?”
“Of course not!”
“They crucified, it seems, the son of the god of the upper ones,” Arel said, “and Nikto is the son of the Devil.”
“And he was badly dented too,” said Lis. “Did this son of God also carry out missions among people in a human body?”
“You don’t understand anything in this, don’t meddle! You have your Black Gods, they are given to you, don’t meddle in the world of dark and light.”
“Well, yes, we are mice. We don’t understand the life of higher beings,” said Lis. “Did you create us just to fuck? Well, then you could have made more holes! Or is it just your personal orientation to fuck people, while others, over there, create artificial demons?”
“Yes,” Nikto snapped, “sing, mice, dance, amuse me! Do you see, Lis, that I have not done anything to you, as I promised, neither to you, nor to Karina, you will no longer be afraid to enter my limit?”