I squinted, looking at the descending sun. He came early, before sunset there was still half an hour. I lit a cigarette and began to consider passers-by scurrying along the street. Nothing unusual, people rush on business, chat on the phone, sometimes they collide when they look at smartphones. I wrinkled my forehead, remembering a bulky spell, and said:

- etiam sic caecus videre visus est videre

Eyes slashed sharp pain, for the second deprived of sight. After a couple of moments, the shroud fell asleep and the world almost did not change. Is that some people were surrounded by small flashes of blue light, but quickly extinguished. Where only managed to get dirty, the city is regularly cleaned.
Blue light get touching the evil or if it touches you. It seems that because of the damn Halloween, the unclean were completely impudent. It is almost not necessary to spend forces on the maintenance of a confusion, anyway, people will think that a suit. I spat and said irritably

- est carmen
The spell subsided, leaving the feeling of sand under the eyelids. The sun has almost set, throwing the last rays into the glass windows. These two should already be here. Aha, remember the devil, at the very end of the street two figures appeared. One is simply huge, roughly delineated, as if cut out with an ax in space, the other resembled a praying mantis, predatoryly flaming up the air with sharp edges. I grunted, God gave companions. The big figure belonged to Fedor, despite his bearish appearance, to a gentle and good-natured man. The sharp, thinly contoured silhouette looks like a Shepherd. Personality is very tpinnaya. It was rumored that before becoming a priest, he reeled off a sentence somewhere in the North. I waited for them to come closer and said hello:
- Hi, brothers.

“Greetings,” answered the Shepherd, Fyodor nodded.
- Already getting dark, begin? - I asked.

The shepherd wondered, sometimes looking at the sky and muttering to himself. Finally, he stared at me with a prickly look and said:

- Yes, you can, Fedor start looking.
The giant nodded and folded his hands in a prayer gesture, closed his eyes. Suddenly, the hair on his head stirred up as if from a gust of wind and stood on end. I glanced enviously at Fedor's hair hanging in the air. It looks like intuitive magic, lucky man, no need to learn spells, accumulate mana. After a couple of minutes, he opened his eyes and said softly:

- Two in the south, near the park and one to the east, in the Old Microdistrict.

“I’ll go alone and take the park on me,” the Shepherd said quickly, and turning around, headed for the bus stop.

- Take a taxi or walk? - I asked Fedor.

“Taxi, only I have no money,” he muttered.

Leaving the taxi, Fyodor waved his hand to the side, indicating the approximate direction, and walked to the entrance to the park. The direction is good, but I can scour here until the night, looking for evil spirits. The spell of the true gaze did not want to use, still the eyes are irritated. Can try a new spell, recently reworked from the instructions to the ancient artifact. I took out a cigarette, set it on fire and let out a thin stream of smoke and said:

- Ariadne filum, specificare viam

The smoke of the cigarette froze for a moment, started, and squirmed slightly, hanging in the air with a whitish thread.

“Look for the nearest evil spirits on that side,” I said, pointing the direction with my finger. Smoke stretched forward and slightly deviated to the left. I went, guided by the deviations, then turning in deserted doorways, then emerging on the spacious streets. Finally, taking me to the convenience store, the smoke curled into a spiral and disappeared into the air. Here are the ones I need. Near the entrance to the store, there were three guys and a girl. The guys are perfectly ordinary, but the girl stood out. Long, blond hair, flawlessly contoured face, huge, high-raised chest and sporty rounded buttocks.She always laughed, touching, then one, then the other, winked, playfully fingering her hair. Fascinated guys almost looked into her mouth. Even a novice exorcist will immediately say - a succubus, moreover a young and inexperienced one. Skilful succubi use inconspicuous appearance, while adapting to the victim during the hunt. She turned into a sex symbol, and seduces three at once. There were cases when even two people, overwhelmed by inspired passion, literally tore up the succubus. Most likely, this is her first or second hunt.

I grinned, anticipating a slight exile and dinner at an Italian restaurant. The shop doors opened smoothly, releasing three women. Their laughing faces, replaced by threatening grimaces, cost them to see the girl. Succubi have an excellent sense of smell, and they easily determine if the victim has a partner. Such a puncture means that it is generally the first time in the world of the living. Meanwhile, the girls had already begun to quarrel with the succubus, and their boys looked at each other in bewilderment, I do not understand what was happening. Looks like it's time to intervene. Quickly going up to the company, I grabbed the succubus by the hand and politely said:

- Forgive my girlfriend, it looks like she went over a little.

The faces of the women smoothed out a bit and one threateningly replied:

- Man, watch your chick better, otherwise she is completely offended.
I smiled and without answering, dragged the succubus toward one very gloomy looking gateway. Understanding nothing, she hung on me, snuggling up an impressive bust and asked:

- Where are we going cute?
“We are going to the second circle, honey,” I said and looked expectantly at the succubus. When she heard my words, she jerked sharply, trying to escape. But I held tight and despite the desperate fuss, a minute later we found ourselves in a dark alley. I threw it against the wall and with my right hand out, said:

- Verum ostende faciem tuam.

As soon as the last sound sounded, the wind flowed from my hand and crashed into the succubus, pressed it to the wall. The wind was mercilessly tormented and the figure of the succubus began to gutter, becoming fuzzy and flickering. After a few seconds, she appeared in a real form. Long, black hair streamed down your back, flowing between rudimentary, leathery wings. Violet skin covered the body, slightly lighter in the thighs and groin area and becoming completely dark on the tip of the tail. The most remarkable part of the body was the legs, ending in slightly glowing hooves.

Succubus, leaning on the wall, was breathing heavily, shocked by the forced exit from the confusion. I just stood, waiting for her to take action. Finally, the succubus straightened and viciously hissed:

“I'll suck you dry, mortal.”

Teasing her, I spread my hands in an inviting gesture. She rushed, beating the air with her wings and sparking asphalt. Almost reaching me, she stopped abruptly and kicked off her hooves to the chest. The blow was quite strong, and after a lurch, I began to fall down. Succubus jumped, clasped me with both hands, not giving to escape. Clutching her arms, she looked intently into the eyes and dug a kiss into my lips. Her tongue penetrated my mouth and began to twist around mine. At this point, for the average person, everything ends. The look of a succubus has a hypnotic effect, however this skill is available to people. But here the language, reaching fifteen centimeters, harbors an unpleasant secret. He distinguishes the strongest aphrodisiac, transforming into a creature, an obsessive desire to mate. I relaxed, allowing the language of the succubus to enmesh mine. Sensing that my tongue was going numb, I pulled back my head and barely audibly whispered:

- Vociferabor serpens regis.

Immediately after these words, there was a snake hiss, barely audible though. Succubus shook her head in alarm, but the sound quickly disappeared and she stared at me. Looks like waiting for the poison to work and I will become easy prey. In that case, she can wait forever. The grace of the serpent king gives protection from almost all poisons, but the next day, the magician will suffer from severe poisoning. Well, it's time to start yourself.I freed myself from my hold and ran my right hand over the small chest of the succubus. Fingers easily walked through it, briefly lingering on a dark purple nipple. The skin of a succubus to the touch is much denser than a human and tangible ...