DEMON'S SOUL

The East is the hottest and most merciless place. There are cruel rules and laws, and it is from here that the strongest and most enduring mercenaries come out, whose spirit was slain by the god Ayut. God of war and the sun. I stood at the window, peering at the mountains hidden behind the horizon. The green peaks were covered with clouds and from time to time floating islands peeped out among them. It is on them that representatives of the most ancient and powerful race live - dragons. The place in which I was oppressed me, my eyes hurt from the white walls of the royal infirmary. I did not like this smell of medical preparations, this plain white... And much more. I didn't like the fact that my only true friend was now lying in front of me, while the clock counted down his life bit by bit, and I had to watch his slow death doomedly. - Agasto? - a female voice was heard in the room, it was quiet, full of hope and sadness, the voice of a man who understood that he would soon have to leave in the service of the gods. - Yes I'm here. - I moved away from the window, interrupting the contemplation of the horizon. I heard some people say that their life is like the skin of Maot¹ - black and white, that the black streak is failures, and the white streak is happiness. In my case, the gods decided that white hair would pass for happiness and that was enough for me. But it's not. My whole life is a black streak. They are dying next to me. I took a chair, standing near the door under the wall, and placed it near the girl's bed. He sat down, crossed his legs, leaned back and looked at her carefully. - Tell me about yourself. - The girl smiled. Her lips were the same tone as her skin, chapped, pale. “And what do you want to know about me?” smiled back. - Everything from childhood to these days. Why don't you wear a mask like all the other rich people, why did you save me, and what does the demon do in the service of people? “I only serve the king. You understand that my story is a little like a fairy tale, and there is little good in my story. Are you sure you want to know? The girl nodded slightly. - Well, I warned you ... - sighing heavily, I started the story. From start to finish. A story about a little boy, about bored gods who decided to restore balance, about life and death. A story about the ruthlessness of people and about one demon. Maot¹ is an analogue of our zebras, only a little larger and are predators.