as on the neck and hands of an uninvited guest, massive pendants, rings, bracelets nobly shimmer. Wow. How can you carry such amount of metal on yourself?
- I do not quite understand.
- Come on, girl. It is you in the police who can twist your brains, and tell your children terrible tales of sleep. My son is in hospital now and doctors are fighting for his life. They say the prognosis is unfavorable. Lightning developed sepsis. He cut himself and brought some infection to his blood. Doesn't it seem strange to you that an ordinary household cut could lead to such serious consequences?

- Only where am I?
- He abused you. He committed a heinous act that has no excuse. I know you revenge. I beg you to spare my boy. He will ask for forgiveness. And do not just ask. Just don't take his life. Let go. After all, he will die. I couldn't get through the curtain of darkness that you wove to him. I thought I would be stronger. But no. Every time they burn me when I try to push the spell. Your black witchcraft comes from him. You think I don't know? My mentor failed. Because I came to you. Help, I beg, stop. You've already revenged. Enough for you two young lives that you took.
With these words, she dutifully knelt down and began to kiss my hands.
Pretty business. Help, stop. I would like to know just how? I read somewhere that the doer of evil cannot do good. Stop it. Yes, I agree, damn it. That's just what I need to do?

“I ask,” continued the woman, “I will pay.” Give any price. How much do you want? I'll give it all. You have ten lives enough.
“I don't need your dirty money.” Do not touch me. Do not touch - I pushed the woman, and she fell on all fours.
Damn, I did not want. Thoughts of help flooded through my head, and belated repentance of the deed began to torment the soul. But I stood erect and with a powerful gaze threw this pitiful caterpillar. There was a change in me.
Tears of despair crept over mother’s cheeks. She lay in front of me helpless and crushed. A rich spoiled person, descending to her whims of several million a day. For some reason I wanted to step on her foot. Trample in the dirt. Smudge on the wall. Yes, her son is a cynical scumbag bathing in luxury. He was not instilled good feelings and morals. Accustomed to living for his own pleasure, he considered himself the master of everything that came to his eyes. A typical, parasitized consumer, stuffed with stolen money, which had been spawned by a very far from perfect system. Now he was on the edge, and the doctors had already pronounced their sentence.

“Sorry, I would like to help, but I don’t know how,” I finally woke up.
“Call the demon again.” He will tell you the way out. You know how to do it.
- Wait, I am now.
I went to the site and called Baba Vale.
- Who is there carrying? - I heard a familiar old voice.
- It's me, Tatiana.
- Tanya? - the door opened a little, and a sleepy face appeared in the gap that appeared, - why are you not sleeping?
- Baba Valya, help. Can you stop the rite, which began to act?
- What rite of passage? What are you talking about?
- Well, with my things, with those dolls.
- Do you have a bad dream?

“The day before yesterday, you gave me dolls that you sewed.” So I pierced them with pins.
- Holy, holy, holy. I am a devout parishioner and I go to church. The Lord is with you. Where have you been reading this stuff? Are you out of your mind, girl? What other dolls? I never sewed dolls.
- You pressure me to come to measure.
- I myself measure it. I have a good digital device.
“But you said he was messing about.”
- He is OK.What's wrong with you? I told you, sitting at the computer will not bring good to you. Stick in these instagrams for days, and then go crazy. Go to sleep.

And Baba Valya slammed the door. I turned and faced Anatoly's mother.
- You! “You will regret,” she hissed, and ran headlong down the steps.
The next morning, from the TV news, I learned that the son of an influential oligarch, Anatoly Kadomtsev, had died in the hospital from some terrible infection. Revenge happened. So who did this come in the guise of a neighbor? And this woman. She said - demon. I let the demon in? He touched me, touched me. Marked. Baba Valya always rang the doorbell. And it knocked. It was knocking. My God, I did not see in her appearance then that behind a dressing-gown there lies a slender girl camp, and not an old woman's figure. And there was an inscription on the hand. She flashed before her eyes, when that entity stroked my head.

There were three nines. Only now I understood truly - the six. But she always made notes on her hands when she went somewhere. Well, so as not to forget on the road, why go. This happened to her. Or maybe I'm going crazy? But after all the rapists, one after another, suddenly went to the next world. I don't feel sorry for them. They burn in hell. And do not just burn. Now I know. The real hell is much worse than the writing. The universe of pure chaos. The universe of absolute evil. Parallel universe. She's nearby. Entities enter our world from it. What kind? It is better not to know anyone before the deadline. Nobody came to me again, did not knock on the door, and did not bother. Baba Valya about the ceremony did not stutter. One day, plucking up courage, I went to the field and found the place where I burned the dolls. The ashes faded and for some reason, the configuration resembled a six-point. The grass on it has not sprouted. In my weekly, between the pages is a hundred dollar bill, which one of the guys then put in my pants. I do not know what to do with it. I don't know yet. But I feel the presence of something nearby. And at night I clearly hear voices. They tell me about some kind of call. That I should continue to go on. They lead me on this path, and I cannot resist. I intervened in the natural course of events, and evil spirits call me into their servants. I do not leave a choice. Rather, it was when it appeared to me as a neighbor. But I agreed to be ready for revenge. She eclipsed the mind and eyes. Now it's late, I stepped on the path of evil. After all, she said that these things are not done half.

So who is in the mirror now ?! It’s not my reflection. I see an unearthly glow in my eyes. And I am beautiful with my domineering appearance. And behind the back loom shadows from the bottomless corridors. I know. There will be a dedication. I'm cooked. With all that, this with rape and revenge was rigged. I have successfully passed a kind of test, as it is practiced before taking a prestigious job. The dark forces saw in me, revealed a sort of, subservient only to the elect. Satan needs soldiers of darkness. After all, someone encourages the same people to renounce faith in their gods. Blow up the church. To unleash war. He rules the world. The battle of good and evil is coming, and afterwards - a terrible judgment. It remains to take an oath. Do not just sell the soul, namely the oath. Now, not long to wait: the gates will open, and I will enter.

Ave Samael, Princeps Tenebrarum!
Es Diabolus Magnus senior dei lucis,
Ipsus Deus Chaosis, Pater Ater.
Ave Malchira, Princeps Vesperi,
qui MaLaCh ha- "Or ante lucem fueras
et MeLeCh ha-Ra factus es contra deum!
Ave Sol Niger, Sol Mortuorum, MaLaCh ha-MoVeTh,
IeTzeR ha-MoVeTh, MeLeCh ha-MoVeTh!
Ave Stator Vesperi, Contraversor Orienti.
Tu es Protector impurorum nefasque, Opressor divinorum.
Ave Samael, Princeps Noctis, Serpens Antiquus,
Hostis dei, Hostis generis numani, Leviathan Regenitus.
Tute es Therion regni, Pater Kain, Pater Armilii.
Tutmet es Conditor Mortis, Princeps Inferni.
Vocamus Te, advocamus Te, veni et vince!
Ya Samael, Chaskiah, Chaskiel, Sataniah, Satanael,
Vocamus Te, advocamus Te, veni et vince !!!

The plot is based on the image of Dr. William Weir from the fantastic blockbuster Paul Anderson "Through the Horizon".