The Alchemy Of Love

She no longer cries, but on her face you can still see paths stretching from tears from her eyes to her chin. She knows that she performed well, but she knows there is nothing to doubt. Mimzy had already heard similar comments addressed to her, she had the opportunity to speak about her life and death in front of a wide variety of audiences, and she was sure that she had long since developed immunity to such «gentlemen», but sometimes even armor forged over the years cracks. Blue shadows are smeared, mascara is flowing, hair is pulled down over her eyes so that no one can see her shame, the artist must be cheerful, the artist must be bright, the artist must not be sad and must smile, she does not want the whole bar to stare at her, somehow The crying lady at the bar looks too unsightly, as if she had just been abandoned by a young man. Although, in fact, the main reason why she doesn’t give vent to her emotions is not this, she doesn’t care about the surrounding demons, the main thing is that he doesn’t see her in this state. He doesn’t like it when people cry, especially in public, and even when they don’t smile, so she should be strong too. Just think, shedding tears because of some drunken rude person, is this a worthwhile reason to be sad? Alastor would never allow himself to do this, which means she shouldn’t, doesn’t have the right. And here he goes, in a broad, confident step, as always. Seeing him approach, several demons immediately rushed to the exit. One did not even take his things.— Good evening, my dear Mimzy! I'm sure you ended your performance, as always, with enchanting success and not a single demon in this room could resist your charm, ready to bet that ten minutes earlier this bar trembled with the applause that broke out in it, right? But even a hard worker like you needs to be distracted from work from time to time and indulge in fun, entertainment and play! Tonight our entertainment program includes jazz, twist, as well as playing cards in the company of Niffty and Husk, who are already well known to you. The first agreed to take part in the event even before I had time to talk about it. The second, on the contrary, refused even after my colorful story. Fortunately, he still didn’t have the opportunity not to participate, hahaha! Stop, there's something wrong here Mimsy, are you crying? No, no, what are you talking about! I'm cheerful, cheerful and ready to dance all night long! I'm glad to hear this, however, who dared to bring such a charming lady like you to tears? It doesn't matter, it's a mere trifle. It’s my fault that I gave up. Let’s go have better fun, otherwise we’ll be late. Mimsy was about to take her woman's purse, but Alastor intercepted her hand. Once again, dear Mimzy. Who. It's. Did? Ungrateful audience, that's all. It's a shame to cry because of this, I know. Let's leave already. And who exactly dared to express dissatisfaction in such a harsh way that it brought you to tears with your magnificent singing?— This is just a trifle, it is not worth your concern. And I don't think it's worth my concern, I'm sure of it. So, how many more times will you force me to repeat the question? Or should I, just in case, definitely not make a mistake, kill everyone at once in this restaurant?A little timidly, the girl looked at one of the tables at which sat a flabby, wild boar-like demon. One moment, dear lady. Alastor approached the indicated place. Sir, one minute of your time. He turned to his girlfriend’s offender. What do you need? The visitor answered in a not very friendly and definitely not sober voice. — I heard rumors that you did not express yourself very favorably about the performance of this beautiful lady. Ahah, yes, I called her a fat singing shag, she meowed so disgustingly when she tried to do something similar to that... How is it there, jazz, that bastard music, I’ll tell you. But her t**s are nothing like that, I’ll tell you. I could have had a frolic with someone like that, but only after no less than two elastic bands. It’s clear from her that she’s still an experienced slut. Are you not her defender? Should you be her boyfriend? One of those suckers who buys her all these cheap trinkets while she sucks d***s for your friends? Then you should know that I'm not the only one who thinks about her, as I shouted it, so the whole bar was laughing at me instead. So what are you going to do? The husband burst into nasty laughter. With every word of the hooligan, the corners of the deer’s lips rose higher and higher, and the smile became more and more fierce, but the rude man’s mind, clouded by alcohol, was unable to grasp this. You didn’t recognize me correctly. This doesn’t happen often, but sometimes. Well, let me introduce myself. In this case, Alastor. My friends call me Al, but to people like you, a pathetic nonentity, I am better known by the nickname Radio Demon. Have you heard of this? All the booze quickly disappeared from the rude man’s head, this was too clearly visible from his reaction, especially from his eyes. Now there was no impudence, no neglect, no audacity in them, only embodied horror. And you just insulted my dearest Miss Mimzy, one of the few endlessly important creatures for me in Hell that every day becomes for me a glimmer of beauty among so many all kinds of scum, bastards and idiots just like you. You also devalued and negated all the beauty, importance and influence of such an outstanding musical movement as jazz, which objectively can and should be considered the greatest musical genre in the entire history of music, which is also not forgivable for me. The radio interference in the demon's voice became so loud that it almost drowned out his speech. Now, in the pub, no one else ate, drank or talked. Each visitor's attention was focused on Alastor and his victim. Some looked at the unfolding performance with fear that they were afraid against their will to become a participant in it, some watched the unfolding action with the interest of the viewer, and one demoness with undisguised admiration. Other ladies must look at their lovers this way when they give them a bouquet of a hundred scarlet roses or take their names out on the plane in the sky, as Mimzy looks at Alastor when he washes to dust those who did not please him. Alastor, sir, sorry... I... I didn't want to! That's how?— Yes, I... Actually... I have a lot of respect for jazz and your friend. She just performed well! I was just joking! It's just a joke! I tearfully apologize to her! I'll apologize to her right now! The ungrateful spectator had already taken off, but Alastor poked him in the chest with a microphone. — Don't you dare even get close to her! I think you said something about apologizing? I suggest you stop at the idea that you are nothing more than a worthless bastard who is unable to show due respect to those who deserve it countless times more than you. Yes sir, I really am a worthless bastard. I was wrong, I was terribly wrong! Spare it, I will never show disrespect to you again in death! Neither to you nor to your lady!— It turns out that a little fear can ennoble and make even such a lousy tongue as yours more refined! Of course, you won’t dare, otherwise I would doubt that in front of me stands at least a remotely intelligent creature, and not one of the representatives of the ciliate species. It's not that I had reason not to believe you, boy, or to believe that your sudden outburst of politeness was insincere, but for the future, so that it would not be commonplace for someone like you to insult art and decent demons... Alastor snapped his fingers and in the floor, under the irreverent listener, a crater formed from which tentacles appeared. One tied the rude man’s legs without giving him the opportunity to escape, while the second wrapped itself around the scoundrel’s neck and began to build it, but instead of strangling the bastard, it suddenly tore his head off his neck and threw it somewhere to the side. Blushing, Mimzy smiled embarrassedly: Oh, did he really do it for me? Lucifer is mine, how sweet he is. A severed head fell onto a plate towards some extraneous demoness. Ahh, it can't be! She screamed in all her lungs. Meredith, honey, calm down, please! — The guy sitting opposite her began to console her. Can't, Harold! I got hit on the plate by a head torn off by Radio Demon itself, you understand, by Radio Demon himself! All my friends will turn green with envy when they find out! With these words, the girl took out her phone and began taking pictures of the spontaneous innovation in the order. Well, for the sake of the final restoration of justice, since all of you, gentlemen, have stooped to laugh at the base joke of this not very pleasant type, it would not be superfluous to conduct an educational lesson for each of you. Alastor rendered a verdict. The tents went crazy and began to grab everyone in the bar who came their way. While other demons, screaming and screaming, pushing each other apart and stepping on each other’s legs, backs and necks, rushed to the exit, and some even began to break through the windows, Mimzy, looking completely carefree, admired her gentleman: Al, you know how to fix even the most terrible evening! By the way, you can let go of that couple of demons over there. It seems they were the only ones who did not succumb to the provocation of this vile lout. I hope I didn't miss anyone, otherwise it would have been a little awkward. The singer pointed to a girl fighting off her tentacles, in whom, even while fighting with her tentacles, she did not let go of the trophy in the form of a head torn off by Radio Demon himself. The tentacles immediately retreated from them. I have no doubt about your attentiveness, honey. Just a couple of nice words and bloody revenge on the offenders, but what else might a lovely lady need to smile? Through the portal leading to the street created by the overlord, Alastor and Mimzy left the establishment.