On the first floor, Velial walked through the swinging doors to the greenhouse. He had heard of the place. Many believed that this was the sanctuary of Count Asmodei, if there was anything sacred in hell at all.
The greenhouse was a really interesting place. A lot of flowers, which you won't find on earth, grew everywhere in abundance. Some were tall and powerful, others were tiny and fragile, others were astonishingly colored, and the fourth grew strange fruits. Velial bowed with interest over an unusual plant, whose buds were decorated with blood nettle. Judging by the teeth on the inside of the cup, it was a predatory flower.
In the center of the greenhouse was a round snow-white pergola surrounded by a halo of water. Velial entered it and sat down on the bench. This became more and more curious. Why did Satan Asmodei collect and grow these flowers? Why did he need this gazebo? Did he attract many women to his home with this beauty?
And then this one saw a wall of white marble at the far end of the greenhouse. She could be seen from the gazebo at a certain angle. The whole wall was hung with square and rectangular frames, but there were no paintings in them. They were butterflies of different sizes, colors and shapes. Stitched behind the wings, dried and hidden under the glass. A huge collection. And in the center of this collection is a gold plate. Velial came out of the gazebo and approached the exposition to read the words engraved on it.
Extremely cruel. Insanely proud. Completely depraved. The most sacred butterfly in the world. I only wish for you.
Velial's mouth revealed itself out of surprise, though this one thought he was no longer able to be surprised. Memories like the swarm of these very butterflies surrounded Hatter.
This one remembered those times when he was still an angel. Although, frankly speaking, an angel is useless. Velial initially resisted the Lord's will. He did not become a woman as he was meant to be, he denied humility and desire, he denied love and received lust.
This one seduced the angels before and after he became a servant of Lucifer. And one of his victims was the Archangel. His name was erased from his memory long ago. But Hatter remembered his bright face well, framed by dark thick hair, shining eyes and an eternal smile, easily touching the lips. Even after his fall into sin, he stayed the same for a while, and then everything changed. He became one of the Archduke of Hell. On his face appeared the expression of permanent sadness. Now Hatternik knew the mystery of Satan Asmodei.
This one smiled. The Count's altar awakened his memories. And these memories were reflected there, below, in the most hidden place of this hated dirty body. He who is called Asmodey now was not easily inclined to sin. It took no meeting for the poison from the wings of this beautiful butterfly to poison his soul.
Guided by the light sadness of the memories, which could displace the despair of the loss of Lord Lucifer, Velial returned to the second floor of the living room count. Asmodeus stood by the fireplace and looked at the flames. An empty bottle and a glass were on the glass table.
