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Ah hour and a half later Vic was in her room, having reached no library. She turned the pages of the dilapidated book, studying and reading it.
By the end of the book Vic had run into the chapter titled “Fero Lux”. Something told her: here was it, Lucifer in his own person. A well-built man with huge wings behind his back and with no face was depicted on the page
‘The Fallen Angel’ Victoria muttered looking into the picture.
The girl switched on the laptop and texted to the stranger from site.
Victoria: ‘Do you know how to summon Lucifer? I need it…’
While Victoria was waiting for the answer, she kept on looking through the book and found something else – “Summoning Lucifer”. Having read the spell, Vic got upset: she seemed to have set a great issue.
Firstly, Lucifer is an original president of hell. To gain Lucifer’s hearing is a chance probably one to thousand, better to say to millions. He just will not come.
Secondly, if for some unexplainable reasons he comes then the caller can get into troubles. A person who sees just a little toe of Lucifer’s foot, can see nothing in his own life. He can just stop a human’s own existing.
Thirdly, Lucifer is very insidious and has no intention to have fun, that’s why the magician must outwatch every little germ of upside-down ideas.
Fourthly, it was the ritual. The spell itself wasn’t scared for Victoria yet. And, the spell was the most inoffensive thing in the whole process. A person who’s waiting for a meeting with Morningstar, must decide in advance, what exactly he or she is ready to sacrifice for the long hoped-for meeting. Even if one’s ready to sacrifice both, life and soul, as well as the body, another important question I asked point-black: does Lucifer need that the human is going to suggest him?
Victoria was thinking for a long time what she could suggest to The Falling Angel if he agreed to come to her. How much could she pay for unknown future?
A little envelope appeared at the dark screen.
Unknown Person: “I hope you’re kidding me? Do you know who Lucifer is? Do you have any ideas what end of the session you can get?”
Victoria: “Yes, I do, I do. I’m ready to pay, I just need him to come.”
Unknown Person: “He won’t come to you. He doesn’t come to the greatest.”
Victoria: “Do you have the spell?”
Victoria was getting angry. She had already read all those precious and warning words in Internet. Why were they so afraid of Lucifer, asking “do you know who he is”? It was just Lucifer. An angel. Angel of God. The former Angel of God. Yeah, he was powerful. Even more than that. Yes, he could kill but a brick could, too! Another thing to look for a meeting with Lucifer was just asking for troubles. But while living one could get into troubles. Or Lucifer’s appearance in a flat was too obvious issue that’s why mind whispered to give up the idea?
Victoria’s mind whispered only one thing: “I want Kharon to be with me…”. It was like a nursery school conflict when children got their so-called adult problems known, a teacher came up to help them, like Morningstar should help Victoria.
Unknown Person: “I do, if you give me a weighty argument.”
Victoria: “A weighty argument? I’ve got into an argument with one of his subordinates.”
Unknown Person: “Fu
Victoria: “I found a ritual in my book. What do you think, it will work?”
Victoria attached pages scans and sent to the stranger. Then the world immersed into a deadly silence.
The girl read the text again. You must burn three candles, put a bull heart in a silver dish, wait up to three am, write “I pay… for the meeting with you”, seal – it has to be an index and little fingers prints with own blood. After having read the spell you have to stab a knife made of a black steel into the bull heart. Lucifer has to appear in shape of anything and confirm the deal. Then you have to blow two candles. One has to be kept on burning. If one of them is blown out for any reason, you stop the ritual – no one comes. If Lucifer comes the first thing that you have to do is to draw in bull blood a cross on your chest. It works as a defence from the devil.
Unknown Person: “I’ve never heard and seen anything like this. Where did you get it?”
Victoria: “I bought demonology book from an old woman… the book is very ancient.”
Unknown person: “Hm, that’s interesting… Do you wa
Victoria smiled. Of course, she agreed. She needed any information about demons… about their King.
Unknown Person: “There’s a beautiful text in your spell. When and where will we meet?”
Victoria bit her lip. Right now, whenever else!
Victoria: “Your ideas?”
Victoria was sca
The book was very thick and every minute later the girl was getting more nervous to be late. She tried to do every movement maximum quickly to save time. She needed no necessary moves. She needed speed. She had to have time and get scan of the manuscripts.
Time pressed when Victoria finished sca
June did its part. The underground wasn’t too much crowded: many people were on their vacations, students were at home studying examination cards. Victoria forgot completely about her exams and diploma. So, it happens like that when love and passion appear all the other feelings and deeds have to be got out of head.
The stranger said that he would be waiting for her in the middle of the Okhotny Ryad metro station. He would be wearing a white shirt, jeans, cap and gymshoes.
Without too much struggle she recognized the young man among the crowd. He was staying, leaning back on the rail, pulled his cap over his eyes. There was a closed right-angled box in his hand.
‘Hi’ she came up to him.
She didn’t feel any hesitation as she just needed the information.
‘Hi,’ he answered and lifted his eyes.
His eyes were of very beautiful colour. They were chestnut-coloured but also seemed to be of some wine-red colour. Yes, his eyes were too beautiful, but one couldn’t say the same about his face. He had an eagle nose, curve thin lips and bulged out cheekbones.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked.
His voice was pleasant one could listen to it for a long time.
‘Vic, and yours?’ she gazed into his eyes trying to understand any thoughts.
‘Sergey. Now I know your name. And before I wanted to call you just crazy.’
‘Why?’ Vic smiled.
‘Could a sane person want to call for Lucifer?’
Victoria lowered her eyes, hiding the smile.
‘Have you printed your book?’
‘My printer has run out of colour. I’ve got a USB flash and my laptop to prove that it’s not empty.’
‘Foreseeing that’ the guy mystically smiled, ‘I’ve got my laptop, too. Let’s go to a café to work if you agree?’
‘Sure, let’s go.’
They got to Manezhnaya Square, found a cosy bar and took coffee. There were two laptops on the table. The young man was looking through the files on the flash. With a happy smile Victoria was swarming in the copies.
Even on the sca