Demons speak many lies
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“What are you bawling about?” Kaamos finally asked, irritated. Meital had entered his room and collapsed on his feet in a little, trembling ball. “Didn’t you tell me you never wish to see me again?” he had to add, even if he tried to smoothe the worst edge of his voice. Something in Meital’s shaking showed that something was terribly wrong.
“I was fired. Fired!” Meital finally shouted. “I’m no longer an angel. I cannot be one. I’m not good enough,” she shook her head sharply.
Kaamos was quiet for a while.
“You should be happy that you got rid of that place,” he finally grunted. “Maybe you won’t cry so much anymore,” he added. He didn’t want to be so harsh, but that was all he could do. Meital’s sorrow was too much.
“Bu-but!” Meital swallowed tears and finally spoke with voice which tore all that soft that remained from Kaamos’ heart. “Because of you! I left. I was allowed to stay if I had forgotten you, but I cannot…make such choice. Because I’m a silly, stupid girl, and I cannot forget the time when I loved you, a long time ago…” She leaned on Kaamos’ legs, gasping for breath. “And because I cannot, I will walk alone, without light, without anything. In dark forest.”
“Get up,” Kaamos finally managed to say. “Huurre cannot clean the floors, so you’ll get dirt on your skirt. Get up and sit down.”
“Where?” Meital fluttered her teary eyelashes. There were no other furniture than Kaamos’ chair.
Something in the wrinkles of Kaamos’ eyes softened, like the sun had peeked through the stormclouds.
“Don’t be such a silly girl when we both know the truth,” he whispered and reached Meital softly, almost shyly. Meital stood up slowly and looked at Kaamos with her big, sad deer eyes. There were no need for words. Meital remembered thousand memories, many evil and many happy at the same time; the times when they were both young and innocent. When heaven and hell were just words which the priests spoke about. Slowly Meital sat down, blushing like a schoolgirl.
“I cannot tell you the thing you want to hear, but you know that I never lie to you,” Kaamos sighed somewhere in Meital’s haircurls. “Once there was a time when I didn’t protect you enough, and the things went as they went. But..” his long, slender fingers touched Meital’s cheek almost gently. “…for me you will always be an angel. Don’t go away from me. Stay with me, so I will take care of you until the end of time.”
Meital swallowed tears and couldn’t look at Kaamos, afraid that she’d break like glass if she saw even the faintest trace of his eyes. Half of demon’s speech is lying - but every single word of Kaamos were painfully true. Meital leaned backwards and breathed in his scent, smoke, paint and clay. That was all she had. Immortaly, loneliness and his presence. And at the moment, at the very second, she didn’t think of her leaving from heaven. This moment was enough.