On the left side, but not in a human country, in the demonic kingdom, the red river measures the path.
And in that red river there is a black pool.
And in a black, terrible pool, black water boils, boils, throws foam.
And human lewdness dwells in that pool.
Dashing fornicator devil is a master there.
The pool with bodily languid boils, boils, seethes.
You, devil, fornicator, listen to my words, listen, and raise the water of the black pool!
Let the streams come out of the edges, let your river flow to human lands, and let (name) be drawn into the pool.
And in that whirlpool, let human lewdness enter into (name), and let (name) with fornication day after day for me suffer, let (name) the fornication of lewdness with me desire!
And if he wants, then let him make it! Let him burn with passion!
Key. Lock. Tongue.
Chapter 1
An army of black and unclean people left the city. They took away from Ore town a lot of goods and valuables, and Lis didn’t prevent them from doing so, keeping his promise. Loaded with booty, the army was heading for Crimson Rock. The predatory snake, fed up and gleaming with scales, slowly crawled along the red brick road, returning to its lair. The people went first, followed by the unclean. And Kors was literally torn with anger if, at the halts, he accidentally caught sight of the terribly pleased Zagpeace Gezaria. The fact that Zagpeace and Prince Ariel dared to free his Nik and give him free rein made Kors both furious and desperate. He didn’t know how to take revenge on them and how to make them see and understand that Nik still belonged to him.
Kors was in love, and this feeling was very bright and strong, he felt it with all clarity. And at the same time, this feeling was unreal in its strength, in its joy and beauty. He was happy just like that, just because he loved. It was not difficult for him to sleep a little, it was not boring to spend many hours on the road, because he was horse riding and thinking about Nik, imagining him, and these emotions filled Kors with incredible energy. Despite the field conditions, he felt great, he was in a high and light mood. It seemed to him that some kind of bright radiant light was streaming from him, illuminating him from the inside and making him beautiful. This love adorned him. Now he couldn’t even imagine how he had lived before without this feeling, how he walked, ate, slept and even laughed. But all this was not the same, it was still empty. Then he didn’t realize this, but now he realized that he didn’t live for real, and his life was incomplete, and he himself was gray and empty, he was nothing, and only now he was breathing deeply. He imagined Nik and shone with happiness, especially since Nik was driving a little ahead or next to him, and Kors could endlessly look at his white hair and imagine his face there, under the mask. Kors could imagine how he would hug him at a halt and finally, in a tent, when they were alone, remove the mask from his face and kiss him. And he also knew that Nik would kiss back. Kors recalled his words: “I will give you the meaning of life”. At that moment, Nik probably meant something else, most likely, the completion of the Mission, but Kors now didn’t care about the Mission. He didn't care about it anymore. Nik, unwittingly, gave him the true meaning of life, gave him the most valuable, what turned out to be needed the most. Having found love, Kors got happy, rejoicing in every day, every minute, every moment, because everything was filled with this meaning. The most important meaning. Kors realized that love was the most important thing. His meaning of life was love. He couldn’t realize it with Iness, and now he was happy that life gave him another chance to love and be alive thanks to this.
If I speak with human and angelic languages, but have no love, then I am a ringing brass or a sounding cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy, and I know all the secrets, and I have all knowledge and all faith, so that I can move mountains, but I do not have love, then I am nothing.
At the same time, Kors noticed that Nik also likes everything that happened between them, and liked Kors’ love.
Nik never had a loving mother and father, he was an orphan, and Kors felt his inferiority, his loneliness and vulnerability from this. Not a single person in this world really cared about him as his child, as a part of himself. Nik didn’t know this, because, in fact, no one needed him, and no one was interested in what was happening to him. Not knowing how it could be otherwise, he didn’t understand the difference, he didn’t understand it before, but now Kors showed him what true parental love and care, attention and care were. And Nik accepted it with joy, taking pleasure in being needed by someone, just like that, just because you belong to the family. From this love and Kors’ interest in him, he blossomed, became less twitchy, began to drink less. Nik took the restorative only to maintain the body destroyed by the Black Water, only because he could no longer do without stimulants, but now not for the sake of being high. He was cheerful, relaxed, he also had a good mood. He leaned towards Kors and looked at him with devoted eyes, unquestioningly obeyed any of his words and himself didn’t break away from his father for a minute. At the same time, Kors understood that Nik was already very subjugated and spoiled, and it was still possible to treat him not quite correctly, and Nik resignedly accepts this. And immediately, as soon as Kors expresses a desire, he obediently opens his mouth, without feeling any resentment at Kors for the fact that he sexually uses him. And Kors liked the soft character of his son, he liked to rule a little and give orders. He liked that Nik was small compared to him, and liked to press a little on the back of his head, forcing him to kneel. Nik raised his bright eyes at him and looked like a devoted puppy, and Kors howled and came on his face, on his lips and half-blood rings.
Kors had no doubt that Nik really fell in love with him, he was obedient, gentle and agreeable. It seemed to Kors that his happy life with Iness had returned. Iness was just as beautiful, gentle and loving. And she was just as calm, silent and submissive. But Kors couldn’t forget what happened next, how short-lived his happiness was, and now he was afraid that this happiness would be taken away again, he was afraid on the edge of panic, to the point of trembling, and if he could, he would have tied Nik to himself and would not let him go for a single minute.
