In the mist

PROLOGUE: Commotion in front of the Cathedral The three black devils made their way through the fog in the night towards Zagreb's city Kaptol, part of the upper town, which is just above the main square. Zajdo, Krakarakakaus, and another one with them, without a name. In complete darkness, they followed from a distance the dim light from the top of Zagreb's Cathedral as a target of their final goal. They fidgeted all the way. They walked twenty meters as fast as if they were going to start running and then the next twenty meters very slowly as if something scared them, so slow that it could not be noticed if they stopped or were still moving, then again twenty meters almost in a race and then again twenty yards as slow as if they were stopping, and so all the way they immersed themselves with their whole being in their gait, constantly changing the pace and speed of movement. These were the prayers of those of a pure heart that stopped them every single time and equally the sins and curses of the unpure hearts of wicked men who drove them forward. They walked along the most famous Zagreb street, Ilica until they came to the square where there was once a monument to the Croatian ban who foolishly conquered Budapest and Vienna in 1849. because the Austrians fired him in the midst of the revolutionary events of 1848. And it was these same Austrians who eventually proclaimed him as a Regent of all of Hungary, after first initially correcting their decision by bombing themselves in their backyard in Vienna, together with Ban who helped them bomb themselves upon his arrival, flooding Vienna with Croatian anti-revolutionary fury. The blackest devil, Zajdo, scolded himself:"We will not linger for a second on the site of the former monument to this historical comedy and our defeat of 1848. We turn left into this alley that leads up, to Cathedral, quickly my brethren ..." Zajdo looked like a horse standing on two legs, he was six feet tall and he was the tallest one among them, he was completely black. He had thick black hair that covered his body very thickly, he was naked only around his p***s, which he stretched as constantly as he walked, m**********g every second. He had two long black horns on his head that reached another meter high, connected with two meters of his length from the head to the beginning of the horns, his long black horns perfectly matched his body size. His tongue protruded out of his mouth, so the tip of his protruding black tongue always, and in every moment touched that lower part of his terrible devil's chin. He wore heavy, loud clogs on his feet, and was further adorned with magical emeralds and silver jewelry, as well as all kinds of pearls, topazes, and opals, and all kinds of other precious stones and gems and Jules, which, variously ornamented, made a clattering / greasy sound at every step, which was a delight to hear anyone walk in; Like the sound of a multitude of horses' hoofs beating the ground as they go into the battle! Like the sound of approaching cavalry with iron-shod Turkish Akindjy warriors on horseback. He wore clothes only above his clogs because his lower legs were partly bloody sores from a long journey, so he wrapped himself in a rustling fabric of a mixture of the finest satin and silk and cloth. All together he sang as he walked, with his all being! Scream, scream, scream! For the, For the!!! Pleasure!!! Ohh, my brethren, what a feast for the eyes and the ears!!! What a goropad delight, at this sight!!! "Yeah ... mmmmmm, we're nice, real gentlemen ..." Kraka-ra-kakaus, cmon, spell it right!!! Kraka-ra-kakaus, yeah, spell my name!!!   Kraka-ra-kakaus!!! Kraka-ra-kakaus!!!” “Come on, pronounce my name correctly !!! Come on, come on, please ... get serious... oh well, just come on ...Pronounce it correctly a thousand times! And don't mispronounce R instead of K! You keep repeating my name correctly and you will see what a pleasure it is to repeat my name! But pleasure is only if you know how to pronounce it correctly! Taste what I offer you! Just repeat, just repeat! "The one with that name roared. They climbed the small alley that leads uphill from the square to the cathedral, fast or slow, they were always so physically concentrated around Zajdo in the center of their society. They came to the cathedral on the kaptol. Krakarakakaus noticed a nativity scene with little Jesus made of wood in front of the cathedral this Christmas time, a Bethlehem stable with various biblical figures, Joseph, Mary, and shepherds lined up around the figure of little baby Jesus lying in the middle of the straws completely alone. Mother Mary did not hold him in her arms but looked at him kindly from a distance of two meters together with the shepherds and Joseph, her face illumined with gentleness, caressing his gaze. Next to Jesus, there was a burning fire that illuminated the whole manger with a special bright flame of hope, someone talented tried to put everything in its place to create an ambiance of fire that burns peacefully and unobtrusively in the night, thus enticing passers-by to stop and feel peace. a mind that hypnotically provides him with an arrangement of things in the manger, the harmony of nature caused by God's birth, the Catholic magic of the night... "Are they wax figures or are they wooden?" Krakarakakaus stepped into the crib space and sat down next to the statue of Mary, whom he stared blankly at the rhythms of his question for a very long time. He approached the fire in the middle and began to swell his arms toward the fire, warming his frostbitten palms. Unlike the first one, he wore blue clothes all over his body, which were bright fluorescent blue that shone strikingly in the dark, almost like a walking blue light bulb. A fluorescent, magical phenomenon, with its image it fits into the project of the nativity scene. His hair protruded from that something like the jacket of the suit he was wearing and the hair was bluish or under the influence of the suit, or it seemed as if it were so. His face was like a pig's, except that he had medium-long horns on his head, about thirty centimeters long. Unlike Zajdo who had black eye sockets, Krakarakakaus had pupils that went irretrievably up somewhere, he had "pupils all in white" so you can feel like someone else is looking at you through him. When you look at his eyes, you can't see him through them, that it's not him in himself anymore... "Surely they wouldn't leave the wax so close to the fire, and I'm not sure these figures are wooden, for the same reason" - analyzing the third nameless devil around the fire, next to St. Joseph, and Zajdo joined him in a deploying manner. Waving his arms around the fire, now fast, now slow ... "Look at this, well isn't this is a famous Zagreb theater actress, Mrs. Lidija ?!" The three of them, by the fire, harnessed, at the warning of the nameless, a torn look at the two silhouettes that passed on the other side of the space in front of the cathedral... The devil without a name had human eyes, eyes of pure lust, so he was the quietest of the three and so he didn't have a name because he didn't have time for a name, he forgot his name because he was always, every second, concentrating on one and only one thought. "Jooooooj, well that's that conservative actress, who refuses naked roles in plays, I know her, yes yes ... that's why she walks around this religious kaptol place now at this time, she's probably coming back from the evening mass, w***e! Is that her son with her?!" Zajdo looked back at the fire: "Guys, don't forget why we came here! We have a task!" "What we're interested in is there, in the monastery, next to the cathedral, that's what we came for!" The nameless devil ignored Zajdo's words, got up, and headed steeply toward Mrs. Lydia and her son. Walking instantly turned into a crash towards his goal, like a k******e, in the hundreds the space between him and Mrs. Lydia began to disappear, fall into the abyss, he breathed like a calf, and his lifeless, nameless appearance only now in such a panting state began to absorb, created energies, get the contours of the face and body image by which it was possible to describe it! Until that moment, he was just a silhouette, a ghost without a spirit, a display in the fog, an undefined character, the definition of an undefined spirit in space... Nameless devil - he had tiny black eyes. He had a great knowledge of God. He looked like a young man in his twenties. The other two devils called him Maria, but he never responded to that name when they called him that: "Hihihihihhihihihi, I'll knead your t**s b***h, and the son will look around, hihihihhiihhiihhihihihi ...." He punched her son in the back and knocked him to the floor. He took out his genitals. "Now I have to masturbate!!! Life at last!!!" At that moment, when he grabbed his genitals with his hands, spines came out of his palms, like thorns, and stabbed his p***s… AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! "How did you stumble in the middle of a straight road, genius?" Mrs. Lydia picked up her son and shook the dust off him, looked back to see if anyone had seen the unusual fall, she sensed that stopping their brisk walk in front of the Cathedral might attract some gypsies who are always there begging money from the faithful, and it was already late night and it was smartest to hurry home... And her son's name was Dean. Dean came home later and couldn't explain to himself why he felt so horny, he had to watch porn magazines until late at night to calm down as if someone had injected lewd energy into his body... The nameless devil returned with cries and howls back to the manger and back to his original, permanent form. A lifeless, idealess form, without soul, that is nothing... "You know we can't get things in life like that?!" Zajdo muttered to himself, fatherly and calmly. "And now you will not have the energy you spent on this for our task, you have spent it!” Krakarakakaus wanted to add something but decided to save energy after the look Zajdo gave him, focusing his mental state on preventing further ammunition, they both know that most of their energy goes to their inner conflicts anyway, so they lose regularly. Instead of addressing the nameless silhouette and potential conflict Krakarakakaus looked past the nameless silhouette, and as if speaking to a statue of St. Joseph, with the real message going to the nameless devil, said: "There is a time and a place, and a there is a way when we can get anything we want, don't forget that Dean, so we don't do all this for free and for nothing, don't you understand that?" Zajdo was looking peacefully straight into the nameless one eyes: "It was revealed to people through that diary that this Polish nun wrote that a sinner must know that he will be punished in eternity in a terrible and indescribable way with that same organ with which he did evil. That's your punishment by God that you will bear forever and ever, nameless one, for committing adultery and rape in your lifetime, every time you will want to have a s****l delight your own palms will stab your genitals so you can't even masturbate when the wish comes to you in passion, is that frustrating for you my friend? Imagine, having that developed, profound wish for s****l intercourse as you have, thinking bout nothing else but s*x in your life and the women, and to never ever have a chance to have just a bit of pleasure of that kind again, never and ever, I feel sorry for you my friend of misery..." With one truth that Maria was still unaware of, as the youngest of the three, Zajdo killed the very essence of his being, his very core, making him turn into a sad lifeless silhouette even more. He did directly the opposite of what Krakarakakaus wanted to do to make Dean calm down and motivate him, this made Krakarakakaus angry... "Why did you say this to him, Zajdo? For me and you, there is still a chance to enjoy, we are punished differently, but for him, it's over forever !" Why are you doing this Zajdo? Why? A minute ago you were contemplating our task. You will make him without energy even more !" "I said it because I'm the worst devil out of the three of us, only a maniac would do it at this moment. I said it because I don't care for him. That was me in my lifetime and here I am again. My punishment is to rot knowing there is nobody I know that is worst than me and nobody is stronger than me, and there is nobody smarter than me, and yet, it is you, Krakarakakaus, that brought me here! And your punishment, mister Krakarakakaus, is to know that there is someone stronger than you and sooner or later I will get bored watching you. And when that happens it's over with you pleasuring me all the time and then begins your problems... Zajdo finally sighed deeply, looked at little Jesus in the manger, and said it was time to start doing what they came here for. He looked again at the baby Jesus in the manger, then he took the hands of the other two devils, in his hand, and with the hands joined together said: "Let us pray! They knelt down, joined hands together, raised them high in the air, and began to pray, repeating the words:"                                “When you die, you will go to heaven, and you will enter the communion of the saints!  Know what that means?        Means you will never f**k again!  There is no true joy in God, no youthful hair, no girlish breasts, no real happiness, no no... No dance, no song, no no... There are only shadows of souls... Never go there, because once you go, you can never come back... Don't go there, don't go, there's no real joy there. There are only shadows of souls that were once young... Now they are forever old, like a great shadow that guides them... The shadow fell on them forever, and closed their eyes, so that they would never see song and joy again... Please don't go there, please... There is no true joy in God, no youthful hair, no girlish breasts, no real happiness, no no...  “