Today the book tells me terrible things! On a page, accidentally open by me, it says “Demons never lie, but always deceive.
They give you an illusion of independence, like you are the one managing the course of your life.
The main purpose of all demons’ schemes is an attempt to lure you into their world.
Normally, this is how they do it: first they try to “eat” your soul, causing a powerful emotional outburst, and then they’d pull in your lifeless physical body and hide it in one of the remote corners of their world. If you won’t die right away, they will give you their energy and change your energy structure irreversibly.
Even if you find one day your crippled physical body, you would never be able to reunite with it, you will forever be a slave to these horrifying creatures”…
I’m alone again in the room at the top of a tower. The others are as always playing cards, drinking and laughing hard downstairs…
I am just overwhelmed by contradictory feelings…
First of all, of course, towards my scampish brother Arel, as always, and then towards this girl…
Heavens, how gorgeous she is! I can’t admire her beauty enough, hoping nobody notices and throwing a glimpse at her.
When she is with him I’m admiring the both of them, I’m not jealous, no, that just can’t be!
Could a girl like THIS ever be with me…
She and my brother make a beautiful couple, both tall, lean, with dark hair, only her hair is half as almost half as long as Arel’s.
Luckily, they don’t notice my glimpses. Nobody does. Who cares about Vil…
But I’m afraid for her…
I’m afraid that Arel might hurt her. She’s totally helpless in front of him and his tricks! She’s so kind and gentle. My heart was just bleeding while I watched Arel fighting her during the training. Why did he have to push her so hard! Drag her through the dirt to entertain his friends! They got their kicks watching it. I saw how a couple of times her face twisted, she could hardly hold on without showing she’s in pain, she turned pale, and Arel just went on! His cruelty has no boundaries!
Besides, I don’t like that he is lying to her, he continues his ungodly relations with Nikto, and poor Carina doesn’t know a thing. And how could such a pure creature come up with this thought. She is like an angel!
And my brother soils her, and it’s unbearable! What will happen when she finds out how vilely he was deceiving her? And she will find out sooner or later, I have no doubt about it. It will shock her! Karina herself is unable of lying, I’m sure!
She would never play, pretend that everything is unfamiliar to her.
How would it feel for her to understand she was just a toy in Arel’s filthy hands?
Of course, she is incapable of vendetta, I’m sure of it, even though her father is a very influential man and could harm us…
Harm us really badly, if he wanted to …
Arel knows that Carina has a bright soul, so he isn’t afraid of anything. He knows that he shouldn’t expect a foul play from her, she is being honest with him, and unlike him she told him the truth about her father. About WHO he is…
Sometimes I have horrific thoughts, I imagine how Arel hurts her right in front of me. I heard of her fight with Enriki, Enriki insulted her, hurt her feelings! Why wasn’t I there at the moment!
If Arel will ever hurt her…
Raise his hand on her…
Try to humiliate her, like other girls…
Then I will protect her!
These are horrible thoughts, but I swear to Gods, I will raise my hand on my beloved brother! Kill him, if I have to!
But I will protect Carina! It’s my duty!
I recall seeing him for the first time…
I was five years old, or maybe a little younger, but I remember that day clearly…
Mom brought me to the big hall, there was a lady sitting on a throne…
By that time she was completely insane, but I didn’t know that, and didn’t understand…
She was horrifying! Like the death itself! White face framed by dark hair, high-necked black dress…
And those empty eyes…
They scared me more than anything else!
If my mother wasn’t standing right behind my back, I would escape from there right away. But mom told me to come closer…
Luckily, the lady remained indifferent, but the boy sitting in her lap pressed against her and hugging her, lifted his tiny face and looked at me…
It was Arel…
Even back then he already was unbelievably beautiful…
I remember being amazed that he wasn’t scared of this terrifying woman, on the contrary, he clung to her with his both hands, like he was afraid to be torn from her.
I handed him a toy, like mom taught me.
It was a plush toy.
I was supposed to give it to him and then invite my little liege to play together. But my tongue froze inside my mouth. I became speechless. However, I’m still not over it, I keep turning speechless in front of Arel.
I blankly handed him the stuffed animal.
He took it.
He didn’t smile at me, didn’t say anything, just took the toy that was handed to him, while still clinging to his mother with one hand.
And I remember that he didn’t toss it away, no, he held it tenderly and tucked his face in its soft fur.
And I turned away, hiding my face in mom’s skirt, and she took me away.
That’s how our first meeting ended, and our relationship still adjust…
But I still love Arel…
And I know he loved the toy I gave him…
My name is Carina. Carina Kors, but I often call myself Carina Iness. Adding the name of my mother, whom unfortunately I don’t remember at all.
It’s been about two months since I came to the Castle, came for the Winter festival and stayed. Stayed with the prince and his friends. During this time I got to know them better, learned to find a common language with them, even though it wasn’t easy.
Along with them I took part in the response to the Black Bey and his ally. And I saw how Orel and his warriors fight. How they pair up and work in a total harmony with each other. And each one adjust his attacks to another, and puts up a guard if his friend is under attack.
And along with them I’ve spent some fun nights in “Bakar” at the Lower City, and in Orel’s Castle. And I’ve seen them quarrel, unable to agree. They argue so fiercely, each one tries to convince the others he’s right, but at in the end nothing changes, and everyone remains with his own opinion. Their arguments are pointless, they cannot hear each other, and everyone is talking to himself, but cannot hear himself, just as he cannot hear the others.
Chapter One.
“The First Time”
“I agree to gamble on the wishes, if whoever loses won’t refuse to fulfill them” – said Tol, picking out of habit his gapped teeth with his fat fingers.
“Yeah”, – Orel nodded, “Screw you and your wishes! You’ll just make the looser lick Asa again.”
