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Andras loved this world for its simplicity. Here everything is easy to buy and easy to sell. And not only tangible things, but also people and their beliefs. For a small amount by the standards of a demon, a person is ready to give up faith, principles, friends, even his own relatives. Just say the right number and you'll buy his soul." It's Paradise!" Andras always threw up his hands theatrically and talked about the Earth with a satisfied laugh.But the real passion for him was the things that were produced by selfish and such easy-to-use people. Beautiful and pleasant to the body clothes, fast and powerful cars, bright, memorable perfume, delicious food and heady alcohol, enchanting music, chic women ... Yes, he also considered women to be something man-made. The subject of art. And the women of the Earth cannot be called differently. They paid attention to appearance, creating themselves, even more than demonesses. As soon as the girl believed that her childhood was over, she imm
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Did you see his face?! the witch laughed. A headwind ruffled her golden hair, and tears appeared in her eyes. Clutching a raven to her chest, Melissa rushed away, occasionally looking back at the scarlet glow.“I saw it,” the raven croaked angrily.“Oh, I'm sorry,” for the fun and joy of liberation, the witch did not at all think that Pascal needed help. “Be patient,” she covered the bird from the headwind with her palm, accelerating.She sank down in the predawn haze, stepping onto the soft grass. Melissa brought the familiar not home, but to a place of power - a lost clearing in a deciduous forest. Here, any living creature could receive help, whether it was a wounded animal that accidentally wandered under the crown of a century and a half oak or a witch, exhausted and exhausted. The girl sank down under the crooked branches covered with young leaves, laid the crow at the roots of the tree and, leaning her back against the gaunt trunk, sat down beside her, ignoring the dew that mad
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“The hostess is suspiciously cheerful,” grandfather Yosha thought. He dangled his furry legs over the edge of the cupboard, polishing the crystal goblets to a shine.Pascal, for the hundredth time, studied the Book of Knowledge in search of the demon he needed. He thought: a yellowed page, covered with angular handwriting, hung in the air:I don't want to agree, but you're right.- Why are you leafing through it all, leafing through it? Do nothing? grumbled the brownie, taking up the decanter. - If there is nothing, then help. The hostess does not drink twice from the same glass.- Who drinks? croaked the raven, rustling the pages.- Everybody! Really what will happen if you taste currant liqueur several times from the same vessel?“I tell you, village,” the raven complained, croaking.- And I'm telling you: I've been serving in the city for four hundred years! Yosha began to frequent, waving a checkered towel. - As the owners set off from their homes, so I followed them. And our vill
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Andras was sincerely surprised that he fell into such an elementary trap. “ How could you not notice the witch circle?! - scolded himself. - As if for the first time a trap was set not on the floor, but on the ceiling! lamented the Grand Marquis. - No wonder women are called "witches" even those who do not have a witchcraft gift. They will confuse their heads without sending visions. All these tricks, seductive outfits, languid looks, smooth movements and sharp phrases that remain in memory for a long time . Namely, in this witch, who stood opposite, everything that Andras was thinking about was combined. He could have sworn he had never met a dozen of such women in his life. Witch. Goldilocks. Intoxicating with her mere presence. The embodiment of a cocktail of femininity and pride.Forgetting himself, the Grand Marquis leaned forward and was able to take a step. Without thinking about how he escaped from the witching circle, succumbed to the impulse and dug into the plump lips of th
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- Get undressed! commanded Ingelda the Soulless, only after listening to her granddaughter's vague story.- Granny!"Quick, I said!" — Demanding firm tone did not fit in with the appearance of the witch. Young, graceful, with flax-colored hair and young green eyes framed by dark, fluffy eyelashes. “Well, why are you snapping your beak, Pascal, undress her quickly!”- No, I'm on my own. I just don't understand why.Ingelda grabbed the zipper of her dress and pulled it down.“If he put his seal on you, and the Grand Marquis did, I’m sure…”How's the print? Melissa felt like slapping her forehead.Deftly slipping her dress from her shoulders, she dropped the rag at her feet.“And what did I teach you two?!” Ingelda walked in circles around her granddaughter, looking at every inch of her skin.“I warned her that her idea would end badly,” Pascal taunted.“You should not have warned, not allowed!” exclaimed the old witch.“Just say the word across to you,” the familiar mumbled.— What are
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“This is not how I envisioned my first coven. Melissa looked at herself in front of the bathroom mirror. The reflection smiled wryly and reached out with trembling hands to the neck of the bloody shirt.The witch left the holiday as soon as she received the permission of the Supreme, but before that she had heard enough of the mockery of other witches and enjoyed the incessant chatter of the demon in her head. But Andras was tired of harassing her with stupid questions, or he was simply busy with something else, more useful, and now there was a pleasant silence in his head.“And I didn't imagine it that way. - The raven turned to the wall and answered absently, examining the ornament on the tile."Don't we know how perversely dreams come true," Melissa laughed.Her fingers nervously touched the marks left by the nails of the Supreme: on the forearms, collarbones, thighs and shins ... Dirty-burgundy streams of water descended over the stomach, legs and disappeared into the dark drain h
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- Lord. - The demon appeared right in front of Andras' feet, threw up his head and spoke: - The lady has been found! The lesser demon's throat gurgled with delight.- Great day. The Marquis broke into an anticipatory smile. “And it will be magnificent when my fingers close around her wrist.” Who found?“Furfur,” the demon gurgled.“What irony,” the demon chuckled.Tired of futile searches, the Grand Marquis went for a trick: he had to reveal to his brothers the news of finding a mate and wait for others to do all the work for him, Andras will only have to appear at the right time in the right place and pick up the ever-elusive soothsayer.Only in the face of a common danger, the demons unite, and the rest of the time their relationship can hardly be called friendly. Centuries-old lawsuits, mutual insults, conspiracies, encroachments, attempts - this is what any self-respecting demon must do throughout his life.Tired or do not want to participate in the eternal squabbles - you will be
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- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:
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