Part 1. Silver doe.
Forlie threw the book away. He did it very carefully so as not to damage it. He missed it. For several weeks now, he had read a lot of demonology literature every day. They were boring, contradicting each other's and himself' folios, usually of enormous size. It seemed that the demonologies spent their entire lives writing mediocre books and never saw the demons themselves. Despite the huge number of books read by Forlie, useful information from them has gathered almost two pages of notebooks. And the new literature was nowhere to take. He already took everything that was in the city library.
However, there was another option, not so much risky as a promising scandal. A little hesitant, he took the writing utensils and started to write.
"Steve, of course, wouldn't approve of that if he found out. - Thought Forlie, carefully deriving the letters.
He wrote two letters, one just to be seen sealed and snapped his fingers and sent it to the addressee. Above the others, he did much more and sealed the letters with a magic seal. Once again, after a careful look at the result of his work, Forlie went to look for his brother. Although the "search" is too strong. It was enough to go to the noise.
Soliphileset, also known as Sophia, wasn't fully recovered until the third day after the wedding. And the brothers immediately became cramped in the shop. It was foolish to expect a Succubus to be a good man, but in the three days that she spent in a state of living doll, they somehow forgot who really was in front of them.
Sophia had a truly demonic temper: she was smart, cunning and just incredibly freedom-loving. And she was forced to obey two, as she claimed, "upstarts", and also deprived of almost all the strength.
It was compounded by the fact that Steve wasn't even trying to improve the relationship. He called Sophia a "pet" and treated her as if she were the root of all troubles. Forlie didn't approve, but he didn't want to get involved, knowing that he would just end up between a hammer and anvil. So it turned out that there were, like, three of them in the little shop, but they were all carefully avoiding each other.
Sofia was for the salesman. She volunteered to work as a seller herself and, I must admit, she did it very well. Much better than they were, and she had a lot of fun in the process. Forlie didn't immediately understand the reason for this change, but after watching her closely, he understood what an altruistic attack was all about. Despite the fact that she was indistinguishable from a human being, Sophia remained a magical creature and needed to feed herself with something. And she ate like other Succubus es - emotions. Steve, of course, wasn't enough for her, so she found a way out. For buyers it was relatively harmless - people after communicating with Soliphileset felt as if they had thrown the burden off their souls.
- Hello," Forlie said, waiting for her to let go.
For some reason, the poor guy bought a heat-resistant samovar - a useless thing, no matter how you look at it. He and Steve would have just thrown him out before, but Sophia sold out their supplies. I had to fill up the shelves with that kind of crap.
- Hello again, master's brother, this is the third time you've said hello today," she said.
- Where is Steve?
- He went to get drunk," she closed her eyes as if she were checking the map. - The Dancing Yeosh Tavern.
- Thank you," Forlie thanked him sincerely and went out.
At his door, he thought it was a great chance to talk to her without fear of being caught by Steve.
- An acute anxiety attack? - Sophia mockingly asked, watching him come back. - Release me and I will answer all your questions for the rest of your life.
Forlie refused.
- Then I don't know what you want me to do.
- Help, for example.
- What kind of help is that? Do you want to know how to get rid of me, my master, and forget the whole story?
- Including. Help us get rid of Balael, and you are free! - Forlie said too much enthusiastically.
Sophia smiled.
- That's all! "Get rid of" not only your "master", but also one of the strongest demons? - Just spit, write: the tail of a raccoon, the eye of a mole, the nose of a boa, the heel of a shoe, mix it with alcohol and forget these ideas as a terrible dream! - she turned her back and quietly added. - And they tried to be smarter than you. You'd better go to your brother while he can still talk coherently.
- Sitting there, you won't change anything," Forlie told her before she left.
The Succubus didn't answer anything, just shrugged her shoulder.