The beginning of history

The huge building, located right in the middle of the city, delighted the eyes of passers-by. It embodied the novelty of tastes and timeless classics. And who would have thought that somewhere out there, in the depths, there is a room completely unsuitable for modern times.

It was gloomy here. The dim light from the candles gave little sight of the surroundings, but there was nothing to see. The old masonry had long been covered with moss in some places, but, surprisingly, the air is dry and suffocating. If you looked closely, you could see dust in the air. But those present here did not care at all. Human figures are seated at the table. Each wore a dark robe that completely hid the body, leaving only the head for viewing. At the head of the table was the only person who stood out from the general black formation. It was a blond-haired man of about thirty-five. His hair was neatly combed, his gray-green eyes looked intently at the speaker, and his fingers were tightly locked in a lock. He was dressed rather unusual for such a place. The white jacket and trousers pulled him out of the darkness, but at the same time the black shirt gave the impression that a sucking hole had formed in his chest, shaded only by the same white tie. Many knew him as the Devil, Devil, Lucifer or just the Lord of the Underworld, but all these human speculations were not correct, because they called him Darkness.

- So. Perhaps I'll start, ”said the bald old man with a wrinkled face. But as soon as he took the papers, he immediately dropped them from fright. The room for a few moments plunged into pitch darkness, but it seemed, what is there to be afraid of demons, they can see perfectly in the dark. However, now none of them saw how their comrades' eyes lit up in the dark. This darkness was different - all-consuming and fearful.

Gradually, the fog began to thicken and reach for one specific place - an empty chair on the right hand of that strange man. At some point, he disappeared, turning into another figure, but more feminine and fragile. The old man swore hard, and then shouted almost to the whole audience:

-What the heck?! How long can you break in like that ?! This already does not climb into any gate!

- Well, first of all, hello. I apologize for being late. A lot of things to do, and secondly, Mr. Mandigor, it was already possible to get used to it. After all, you have trampled this earth for eight hundred years. Well, thirdly, show respect for your elders. I have existed longer than you in this world, and even if my appearance does not lead you into a stupor, ”the speaker curled her lips in a semblance of a smile. But no one noticed this, since her face was hidden under the hood. The fair-haired man looked at his daughter and nodded curtly in greeting. The girl did not keep herself waiting long and easily bowed her head in response.

“Continue,” a soft voice cut through the silence. It seemed so pleasant and enveloping, but many of those present heard a steel note of indifference in its depths.

- So ... - the bald man fell silent. But after, he continued again.

- Lately, a lot of souls come to our domain. But, as it turned out, this is just a small fraction of what is being collected.

- An angry glance quickly darted towards the newly arrived, but then switched back to the Devil, - one third of the entire receipt is written off as light, you can still put up with this. But of the remainder, we only get twenty-five percent. The question is brewing: where does everything else go?

- Are you dissatisfied with something? You are missing? - the hood swung towards the speaker.

- The upper layers are fully provided, but the lower demons are rebelling ...

- So let them come up and find out from me personally.

- The scythe that suddenly appeared with a ringing entered into the recesses specially made for it in the table.

- Or, perhaps, to some of you to remind what happened during the plague and witches? - an angry look, from which everyone cringed, ran across the room.

- Hush, little sister.

- North - the demon of Greed, the younger "brother" of Death, slyly looked at her, but this did not bring the expected result. “Calm down,” Darkness unhooked his hands and placed them on the arms of his chair.

- Death, cool down. And finally take off the hood. And you, Mandigor, really tell everyone who doesn't like it to come and sort it out personally.

- I have a name, - the girl hissed through clenched teeth. But she took off her hood and looked around with an indifferent glance at all those present, until she came across one person who made her think and abstract herself from the meeting that was uninteresting to her. Thoughts themselves flowed into the memories of this morning.

“The weather was cloudy. The sky, covered with gray clouds, was about to threaten to bring down its streams of water on people, or to whom it was more romantic - tears after the past summer. Now every person in the city tried to dress warmly so as not to be pierced by the cold autumn winds. And, it seemed, who could walk the streets now in one sweater, hat and pants with boots? But no, there was one girl who was dressed that way. Slightly stretched gray sweater, chunky knit. The same hat on the head from under which flowed red hair, ordinary black jeans and high top sneakers. She stood out so much against the general background that it was simply impossible not to notice her. She was not cold because she did not feel him. She was not wet from the rain that had begun, because she did not know how it was when it was wet. She did not care about the reality around her, the main thing was that she was not touched. The shoulder bag swayed rhythmically from the steps, but suddenly the redhead stopped. Her cornflower blue eyes were now fixed not at her feet, but at a huge billboard. There, from this advertising banner, exactly the same cornflower-blue eyes looked at her. "Darkness" - she was really depicted there. A red-haired beauty dressed in white. The idol of millions of girls, model and designer of modern clothes is Lissa, or as many people knew her, the White Queen. “How strange they are both. Although it seemed that you couldn't hide like that, because you were constantly under the gun of TV cameras. That he, that she - both famous people. They have nothing else to do. " - Girl, why are you standing in the rain? Do you really want to get sick for the sake of the image of your idol and not meet her in our city? - Death turned around. Behind her stood a guy dressed in a black coat, sitting on it like a glove. His eyes were perky, sparkling, a cheerful smile played on his lips, exposing cute dimples. - Hmm, how much you are similar to the White Queen ... not a relative by chance? - the girl carefully examined him, trying to understand what was embarrassing in him, and then realized: the unnatural pallor of the skin of the face. "Sick". And indeed, upon examination with true vision, she noticed this guy's blood problem. - Wow, are you her daughter or what? Very similar. - Yes, a relative. I am her daughter, - this phrase was uttered without a shadow of emotion, as always, a mask of indifference remained on his face. - Probably out of luck. You probably rarely see her. Incidentally, I did not introduce myself. My name is Fash, or completely Fashiar Dragotsy. - The guy warmly extended his hand, and she continued to study him. He seemed vaguely familiar to her, as if he reminded her of someone, but she still could not remember who. - Vasilisa Ogneva. Although you do not need it, because in a few minutes you will already forget my name, since there is no need for it. - Why? - We won't meet again. - How did you decide that? - with each spoken word, his smile grew and grew. - It does not matter. - And if we do meet? - Then it will be fate, but it is unlikely. I'm sorry, but I have to go, - and she just left, hearing only afterwards: “I will wait for our meeting!”. At first, the girl did not pay attention to this, since her head was already hammered with devilish compassion, which she could not extinguish in any way. She was even sad for the soul of this guy. “Poor Tsarevich Alexei, he still can't live a normal life, but it's all because of me.” Turning into the first alley, she suddenly changed, being dressed in a black hoodie. And a moment later, the red-haired woman disappeared into darkness, hurrying to such an uninteresting meeting. - And I was waiting for this ... - hated breath seared his ear.

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