chapter five

Already, speaking seriously- I say to the devil that is thrown on a carpet that has washed; While he burned the house with his "beautiful" love story- that of the flies you provoked it, right?

Do you insinuate that I am Alexis? - He says rolling his eyes - I already knew that would be the first thing that would cross your mind.

-You know you use "the coincidences" - I make quotes with my fingers- within a novel it is a mediocre exit for ...

- And who has told you that this is a novel? - crosses the arms behind the head with a missed expression - Do you think Lucifer interests the romances?

- Well, either something has yours or are something you and her hide- I raise my jaw in the direction of The Moon so that the demon see that, even being a prisoner, the gallantry does not take it away or hell - What is evident is that if hell Your girl deliri only for a couple of fingers. How can you be sure of her fidelity?

- At that moment, he does not stand and he responds me with such red eyes as deoxygenated blood - Shut up! You are an animal that only knows how to act as instinct, how do you dare to talk about human feelings?

- The same asks - I answer without losing the pose looking through the window directly to The Moon ; so the Alfeize this so cold that I feel that my feet freeze.

- I was human- replied the demon, getting up from the carpet, enraged by the cat's opposition to his girl.

Alexis knew he knew Luz as much or more than she knew herself. He has longed for her ever since she first touched his heart and brought it back to life... it's just that she doesn't remember what she has done for him nor does she know what she can do for herself.

- The way you are, you'd be the worst of all,- refutes the cat- and you want to trick that poor girl who had the misfortune of crossing paths with a dog like you.

Alexis has promised himself to remain calm or his flames might cause him to lose his precious consciousness... "everything in excess is bad".

However, i notice his sly look and a sideways smile; as he steps back, slowly, as if daring me to scratch him. For a moment, at the thought of her, he may be very romantic; but, he may also be the worst of all at the moment he decides... it's certain that it won't be long before i discover his plan.

- This is not a novel because the fire would burn the heart of every reader- he frowns at the carpet with a design of concentric circles and looks at me as if to say: can you guess what i'm thinking for you?- as if it were a sheet of paper from a book. If this were a novel, it would be a novel without pages, only with a title waiting for lips to pronounce it; with the intention of wanting to stop time with the beats that a heart can generate when it gets excited and feels; above all, that those beats serve a purpose, that they are not just an ornament inside you- his gaze is so penetrating that it diverts mine beyond his shoulders. His eyes are wild as if not sleeping affected him. He is a demon, that kind of being never sleeps; but he looks deader than usual. I guess now i'm the one who doesn't know how to explain this situation- that someone needs them like you need to hear that person needs them, - his eyes are wild and now stare at the concentric circles on the carpet- that this person needs your heartbeat to shout their name- the first circle, the pirepheral one, comes out of the carpet and rises under Alexis' strict gaze- In novels the protagonist is the one who gives her opinion, but here the real girl is going to show the protagonist her point of view- A second circle floats and is placed next to the first one. They look like two empty eyes, devoid of life through which i observe the demon's expression like a spear that is not willing to break on its own- This is not a novel, it is a diary where the narrator is the heart of...

A small blue flame emerges from his right eye and slides down his cheek. After a few seconds, he suddenly collapses to the ground.

The circles return to their place on the carpet and Alexis' body burns in blue flames.

I could come down from the windowsill but what for. I can't do anything for myself let alone someone else, worse if it's a demon.

Still, i do jump to the nearest chair to get to Alexis' lying body. It's just that curiosity is curiosity and it won't stop until you give it what to lick.

Up close it looks as if it were enclosed in electric blue bars. The flames take the form of spirals that try to grow, perhaps the goal is the sky, but they always stay in the same spot.

Between one flame and another you can see his closed left eye. His eyelashes have disappeared and, as far as i know, that happens when the blue is not the product of sadness and already, no; but of a spell that has just been cast and is linked to the sickly nostalgia of some living being.

Suddenly, the circles of the carpet shoot out. They float and come together, one adjacent to the other, in such a way that they from a larger circle. This circle surrounds me; so i act on instinct and hug myself. I hide my face between my legs so that i am not affected.

What little game has the demon prepared for me?

Yes, this spell is called the "Margarita trick". You could say that i play the role of the stigma of a Daisy flower. I am the one that joins its circulars petals (yes, in reality they are not exactly circular but the spells overlook that), the one that receives the rays and the one that is pollinated by the bees.

It could be said that this spell, like many others, is based on a form and a background; both real, but the first is only the inspiration of the sorcerer, the convenient direction for his power to produce the desired results; on the other hand, the second is the one who will pay the consequences for having angered, in this case, a diabolical sorcerer... yes, i am the main part of the background (for the avoidance of doubt, the circles pulled out of the carpet would be the secondary elements).

"You can already minino"(says the demon in a tone of amused cruelty)

"How dare he call me that?" (i question idignantly)

I get up from the floor to complain to him because that nickname is a total offense to a day to day hero like me.

I was surprised, although i should have expected it, by the panorama of a new scenario product of the spell of the diabolical sorcerer named Alexis.

- As the sense of her vision is imbued in my flames; - I hate to see him raise his eyebrows smugly as if he had beaten me. No one beats me, least of all someone who cheats using old tricks- i can see the fantasy of her heart- He looks too complacent for my taste. Is it normal for a demon to sigh? - or what was her fantasy.

His voice goes out of nowhere... some lovesickness?

i'm an adventurer and since i don't give a damn about his sentimentalism- if that's really possible- i'm going to snoop around the world of the girl who drives him crazy.

How dangerous can the fantasy of a 16 year old girl be?

The sky is illac- colored and gives off delicious aromas. They emerge from the sky as red gases that, when descending, take the shape of an animal.

This sky is quite contradictory with respect to the ground full of stones. With every step i take, the stones move like the waves of the sea...

- I mentioned to you that Luz doesn't like cats as much as dogs- How i hate that evil chukle- but you already knew that, didn't you?

I run away because the disgusting dog scent chases me, but the wave of stones that knocks me backwards makes me easy pray to the dog perfume that quickly conflicts with my senses.

The stones that hit me don't need to be hard; just persistent, to bury me in this rotten fragrance. One option is that i manage to stay on them; making them stick together, side by side, and that's it... i wish it were that simple.

Anyway...

So, who is the punishment for?