Екатерина Нугманова – Games of the Gods (страница 4)

– In any case, I am glad that I received such a gift before my death. – He said, looking at me tenderly at the same time.

It was an amazing contrast for me. At first, the sorcerer looked appraisingly at how a master evaluates another master. Then he was openly angry, and now, before his death, gently.

I actually left him after 7 days. Not to his house, but behind the coffin for the remains of the sorcerer. The funeral cost me pretty cheap. The same peasant on the gazelle who brought us groceries helped me bury the sorcerer.

We buried the old man according to all the rules, putting his ritual knife in the coffin, and we put a silver coin in his hand. (The silver coin was kept in my purse as a talisman to attract money.) It is needed as payment to be melted down across the river of the dead.

It wasn't until I got home that my nervous tension was released. It's amazing that in just seven days you can get so attached to a person. I cried all evening, crying for my friend.

That night I had a dream, in the dream the sorcerer was a young man, I recognized him only by his eyes. We were standing on the drawbridge. He's on one side of the bridge, and I'm on the other. Dawn was blooming on my side, but on his side there was fog and grave cold.

"I came to say goodbye and say thank you,"– the sorcerer said to me, making a half bow.

– And the power and the demons, what were you supposed to give me? You didn't touch me before you died, did you? – I asked.

– I kissed you while you were sleeping, back on the first day of your arrival. – The dead spirit replied.

–So that's why…

– Yes.

He looked over my shoulder.

– Go, meet the dawn of a new era, together with other people. See you in the Underworld. For now, goodbye. – The spirit told me and disappeared into the fog.

And I went towards the dawn.....

History 3. The Church demon.

I couldn't sleep last night. It was midnight, one, two. I couldn't get the conversation with the demon out of my head. The thing is, I was at church today. I needed to buy candlesticks for thin wax candles. The church smelled of rotten flesh and incense. The unpleasant smell and vile feeling of death did not leave me when I was in church. I experienced similar unpleasant sensations when I picked up Mansour's book. I had a momentary vision of cadaverous worms falling out of the book.

I noticed that there were people in the church. There was an evil grandmother selling candles behind the counter and the priest himself was busy in the back room. I asked you not to condemn the priest because he is a sinner and as a true Christian he has sinned and repented, sinned and again repented.

The parishioners themselves are strictly divided into two types. The first type consists mainly of practitioners who have come to harm their enemies or those of their clients, or, perhaps, on the contrary, they have come to heal themselves or their clients. The second type includes people who have come for atonement of their sins. They attend confession and all services, and priests will absolve them of all their sins.

My young neighbor, Ninochka, was among the parishioners. Her mom calls her Nina. She is seven years younger than me and looks like a typical fashionable provincial with extended nails, false hair, and eyelashes. Nina complements her look with a push-up bra. She studies to become a lawyer by correspondence and her favorite sin is lust. She loves having sex very much with different men and I wouldn't be surprised if she had sexual experiences with girls too. Nina's favorite breakfast is dick and her pink dream is to get the cock of a newfangled rapper or to participate in an orgy with that rapper.

– The headlight is great, and the face is lovely. It's so beautiful. They're like an angel and a devil. I want both of them. When I'm old, I'll remember that I had a relationship with that person. And it won't be so painful to look at myself in the mirror, – she confessed to me.

Since Ninochka pretends to believe in God, she goes to church regularly. And the priest, who indulges in alcoholic cahors, listens to all of Nina's stories about her relationships in confession and forgives her for her sins. I wouldn't be surprised if the priest started drinking because of her stories.

If you ask Nina about marriage, she might say something like this:

– Same thing every day? No, that's not for me.

Of course, her favorite song is:

"I'll never be a feminist because I have breasts…"

The fact that her breasts are fake, of course, we won't mention.

Apart from the people in the church, there were, let's say, non-people. The imp was brazenly sitting with his ass on the icon and wagging his tail. His tail looked like a black arrow.

"What are you doing here?" Isn't this the house of the One God?– I asked, totally freaking out.

"Hee-hee, what god? God is not here. Just me."– The imp replied, wagging his tail at me.

Since I didn't want to draw attention to myself, the demon and I continued our conversation in the churchyard. I sat down on a bench and poured the imp vodka from a flask. Although I don't drink, I usually always have a treat for the demon with me. Demons, like humans, love attention to themselves. They're more talkative if you treat them.

We talked to the demon about various things. The imp told me about Abara. There is a legend that a demon was guilty in front of my dean. Fearing punishment, he rushed to bow to the One god, swearing allegiance to him. The one god accepted the demon, entrusting him with work in his temples. Now every church has a demon Abara. Abara is responsible for the shady dealings in the churches. We chatted some more, and somehow we started talking about money.

– Katya, do you like money? – let's ask the devil Abara cunningly.

– Yes, I do. And so much so that she is ready to kiss the penis as a symbol of fertility and paw the eggs of the golden calf. – I replied, laughing.

Abara and I laughed. Abara told me that Christianity is not about money. That in the Christian religion, only the clergy are more or less rich. With that, he disappeared, hiccupping from the vodka a couple of times.

My notes on incubi and succubi.

So, what do we know about succubi and incubi? We look at Google and it says: "These are two images of seducer demons. An incubus is a male image seducing women, and a succubus is a female image seduced by a man. Their goal is to have intercourse with their victims. No, coitus is not their goal. In fact, they feed on people's sexual energy, something like an energy exchange. You may have a dream of the best sex of your life, where all your fantasies will come true, even the ones you are ashamed of. And the incubus or succubus will be your energy."

In the West, incubi and succubi are often referred to as sex demons. This is a common misconception. While it is true that sex demons can fall in love, they do so more frequently with virgins.

It is difficult to say exactly how sex demons interacted with monks in medieval monasteries. However, it is known that there were intense passions and desires within these communities. It was not considered a sin for monks to engage in sexual activity, nor for them to masturbate.

The strong sexual energy of the unsatisfied monks attracted succubi, who were attracted to this energy. However, if a person often dreams of having sex with a demon, they risk being consumed by the demon and taken to the lower world, as the demon may love them.

A naked woman with loose hair on red bed linen is an invitation for an incubus. They fulfill the most intimate erotic fantasies. In your dream, they can create any shape of a penis, even a meter long, if you like it. For a man, a woman will have at least three breasts. Whatever your lust desires.

If the girls' best friends are diamonds, then the witches' faithful companions are incubi. I once asked why incubi love witches so much. They answered me:

–They're special.

But if the incubus chooses between a virgin or a witch, then his choice will be a virgin.

– An unpolluted flower. -The incubus told me about the virgins.

The fact is that virginity is very rare nowadays. The age of vulgarity and outright debauchery, where honor is worthless and girls give themselves for an iPhone has done its job. Dirt and filth are now considered the norm.

They are afraid of him because he is horned, or my notes about the film Atrium.

I was tormented by one question about the afterlife. All people say that after death, a person will go to a better world. What's beyond eternal rest?

But what if this is a misconception? I can't believe it's so good and rosy in the world of the dead. That there are a hundred virgins waiting for men, and for women, ponies are sitting on clouds and shitting rainbows. If there is such a madhouse in the human world, then why would it be better in the world of the dead?

Not knowing what exactly was going on in the afterlife scared me. According to old stories and legends, I knew that first comes the world of the dead, and then the descent to the Lower World. But I didn't know how Hell works or how everything works there.