Noise. An ever-growing rumble
fills the spacious room of the temple, the black ceiling of which supports many white marble columns. A dozen figures drawn into a dense sand-colored fabric swayed smoothly from side to side, creating sounds similar to those made by a swarm of bees. One of the strange people stood at the head of the bed with a large vertical mirror plate on which the rune of summon was carefully drawn, he made sharply different sounds, more like a crunch and a squeal at the same time, which made the followers who were closest to him bend their heads and restrain the impulses to cover their ears with their hands, covered in red velvet of their gloves.
A thin cord, tightly stretched a meter above the stove, resembled a guitar string and trembled from the noise, bringing its squeaky note into general chaos.
The figure, obviously, of the organizer of this farce was menacingly shaking his hands over the call of one of the darkest and most ancient essences of the Underground World of Kurdassi, called by the the people – The Devil Lossa.
When the ritual approached the climax, everyone began to howl the three main songs of Kurdassi in hopes of attracting the curious Ancient devil, and the main one also managed to stomp around its axis, shaking its head in a wild rhythm.
At some point in the man’s stupid dance, the temple was flooded with the unbearably white light of a rift between worlds, blinding adherents who screamed like March cats. Having disappeared after a couple of minutes, he left a rather unusual looking nude girl on the stove.
Unusual, she was her wild, alien beauty, which almost noticeably wounded the eyes of each observer of this wonderful picture. Long thick and even heavy steel-colored hair covered her face, on which absolutely black eyes like a night sea and bright red puffy lips stood out sharply. The features of a small face were unbearably beautiful for a man, and therefore doubly frightening. The milky-white silk skin was mottled with seven thin black lines running straight through the fragile body of the creature, which indicated her belonging to the genus Kurnali, whose ancestor was considered Lossa. Only historians were mistaken in their writings. Isn’t it logical that the woman conceived the genus?
It is a pity, only now this thought came to the head of the sage Ruhra. He would not associate with a female, knowing their stubborn mind. But it was too late. There is nowhere to retreat, the abolition of the ritual will anger the essence more than its very fact.
- Hello, Lossa. We have called you to fulfill our desires. So fulfill them now! - began a loud middle-aged man called Ruhra, but at the end his voice wheezed from the devil's gaze.
- And why is that, mister? - unexpectedly asked the entity, continuing to sit hunched on the floor and gazing with obvious interest at the surrounding.
- Uh ... Because we called you to fulfill our desires, adhering to all laws. We sang the three main songs of Kurdassi and now you are obliged to obey, - the man answered somehow not very confidently, but very pompously.
- What-what? Am I a gin? Do you think if you screamed ineptly the vulgar ditties, so now that it - the lady has enchanted? Pffff. And in general, we, sir, did not drink to the Brudershaft. Where is respect, where is veneration, where is inner awe? Eh, no reverence for higher entities. They also require something! Insolents! - Lossa snorted indignantly, straightening her hair on her shoulders, which covered her nakedness and straightening her back as well.
- How so, ditties? - The man nearly fainted from such terrible news.
Trying to raise her head and thereby fix heavy strands, the devil banged her forehead against a cord that turned out to be iron, which made her howling and threateningly chattering something (obviously indecent) in the ancient language.
- What is it, darrush murrat krydlor muradon, you have hanged here? - puffed up, the woman asked.
- Uh, the bait for the higher, your favorite metal. To appease you, - the man answered even more uncertainly.
- What did you say? Iron? Favorite metal? Am I some sort of a crow to attract me with a piece of iron? It’s only scratched my forehead. Bastards! I will sue you for harming an endangered species! - The infantile Ancient cried out indignantly, getting up neatly.
- How come are you dying?! More than for five thousand years already you’re blooming and smelling, and I can’t really see any trash on you! - purely out of internal indignation, the man began the argument.
“Are you hinting that it stinks of me?” I may be a fragile, vulnerable creature! And you make me stress! I demand compensation! - turning to face Roura, she put her hands on her hips and brought dark eyebrows together.
- No! You are vulnerable?! How to arrange earthquakes and floods - so it is, we’re welcome! How to wreak havoc - so we are the first! And then suddenly - vulnerable? What is it, your compensation? - the man was already choked with an arrogance of Lossa.
- That’s nothing! Ha! How touchy are you! I want a chocolate cake. CAkes. CakEs. Ugh you! They invented stresses, damn it! Smart rules introduced! Can’t you make it easier for yourself to pronounce it?! I want a lot of sweets, in general! And sour! I also want to try coffee! And Turkish delight! And soufflé, and jelly, and puddling! .. - began the list of different delicacies Lossa, bending her fingers.
- Pudding, - corrected her Ruhra, who was getting mad from the demands, - wouldn’t your pretty buts stick together?
- You are such a lout! Maybe I’ve never tried sugar, and you gobble up on an unfortunate pudding for me, - making a pitiful face, the girl almost sobbed.
- Oh, no-no-no, just don't cry! I'll get you your puddling! Ugh you, pudding! - a man panicked, he turned out to be a brunette, pulling off his hood and rubbing the back of his head.
- Really? What about a cake? What about an ice cream? - the devil ached, asking for a treat.
- Eh, what to do, I’ll have to take you to the World of Sweets,- sighed the good from the nature Ruhra, surrendering under the unhappy gaze of Lossa (who, to be honest, was not doing this little scam for the first time, but this is a secret).
- Than good. What do you want from me? - the girl became interested, deciding to have mercy.
- Destroy the Yorov race, - the adherents replied joyfully to the choir.
- Wholesale. Why so suddenly? And a lot of them is there? - the underground goddess asked in surprise.
- In our world now, only two races are engaged in jewelry business. Previously, only we were at all. And they now learned better than us how to do it! Our bread is taken away! - Jewelers began to growl and complain.
- Ahh. Well, that is reasonable. This, of course, is a good reason, - the silver-haired supposedly seriously shook her head.
- So, you will destroy them? - The chief asked hopefully.
- Ha! I can hand every one of you a lip-filling machine. I’ll even tie a bow to her personally, - Lossa nodded, laughing.
- Well, maybe you can destroy their mines? - asked depressed Ruhra.
- How do you imagine this? Well now, I’m not Hercules, to push mountains with my bare hands! Come up with something easier, - she shouted at the demanding brunette.
- Weeeel, - the chief turned to the adherents, at a loss, - maybe you will make the rats disappear?
- Oops. And what are they guilty of? And why are you so bloodthirsty, huh? - the devil shamed jewelers.
- Yes, nasty just, sometimes they drag our lunch away. Will you get rid of the weeds then? - with the last hope Ruhra stared at the devil.
- Sure! Personally, with my bare hands! I’ll complete it all! – Lossa snorted, scratching her nose.
- Oh, that’s a no. Well, what than can you do? - one of the adept jewelers asked sadly.
- What can I do? Hmm ... do you need a flood? - closing one eye, a resident of Kurdassi stared thoughtfully at the dark ceiling.
- Nooo! - the figures gasped in fear.
- Oh, okay! I can sing some normal songs, I can play the harp, grow a small garden, decorate the interior, make some kind of a toy, - the goddess continued to offer the services of versatile workers.
- Oh. Well, at least sing and play then, tell us some true stories and legends, - the brunet reconciled to the cruel fate.
- That is not sour, man! It will be fun! Do you know how many incidents over these millennia have happened to me? But first sorbet! - consoled the crowd Loss, deigning even to pat the brunette on the shoulder.
Of course, the main goal was to take his cloak from him, but she did not forget to clap. To distract attention, so to speak.
- Well, thanks for that! Come on, guys, to the confectionery, feed the devil.
In general, the following days were busy for the Ruhra - Lossa was indeed easier to kill than to feed her, but the man bravely endured it. And also a shopping trip, diving and skydiving. And what the funny stories devil told!
In general, the man did not regret the call. And the devil is clearly do not feel bad in this little. Of course, the jeweler protects her like a pure emerald!
And he is in no hurry to let her go at all. Even, one might say, is not going to at all...
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