style="font-size:15px;"> «OK. You have been selected, trained, and blessed. You do navigation on the spot. Time to go. Benedictio Domini sit vobiscum. God bless you,» Seraphim was noticeably worn-out and exhausted.
Suddenly Heaven quaked and grew crimson. The Seraphim digressed for a second, then continued in rapid-fire:
«Demons are attacking us! Nationhood mobilization declared. You have to leave immediately. The battle is to take place in a different dimension.»
«I want to help,» the angel’s face was set in lines of impatience.
«Your contribution will be invaluable if you fulfill the task you have been given. You are the youngest of us, but you carry a fragment of the Lord. Repeat the task.»
«Infiltrate the humans’ society in the form of a man. Find the Spindle, get it back to Heaven. May I start?»
«Your point of contact will be here. May God be with you.»
And away the angel went.
***
In Hell the order superseded the anarchy. The Army of Hell was getting ready to attack Heaven. Demons were putting on their military harness and cleaning their weapons. Devils were saddling dragons, gargoyles, even vampires, in other words, all those who could carry them up in the skies. Gazillions of sinners were inbred into a few looking monstrously organisms. Lucifer, clad in white cloak, his beautiful assembly glowing excruciatingly bright, appeared on the balcony between two sulfurous torches:
«My brothers, my dear friends! Today is a Great Day. The day when Heaven will fall before our assault and the end of the world will come, a world that is built on lies, deception, and injustice.»
Next to a cauldron in which to boil sinners that had been abandoned because of the war, a hoary-headed devil was giving final instructions to a young demon:
«Let nothing stop you. We need a victory. It’s a unique chance. Not only has the Spindle disappeared, but the Old Man is nowhere to be found. The moment is as good as it gets! If we get hold of the artifact then we will be able to extend our boss’ rule to the whole Universe.»
«…the age of universal well-being and prosperity will come. Each will receive according to his needs… That little thing is somewhere on Earth. Find it and you will be able to contact the Spindle. My will shall be done! Onward, I shall lead you on to victory! Hurrah!» The horde gave out an evil roar. The assault has started.
«Hurry, you must go. Expect no aid from us. Everybody has gone off to war. Even I am going. See, I’ve gotten myself a little rifle, just for this purpose,» he said, waving a rusty weapon of an odd design.
«Knock them dead!»
«I will!» the devil answered emphatically.
He looked behind and saw the Army enter a huge dark portal spread to cover a half of the sky. Legion by legion, the fiends were leaving for the battle field in a different dimension.
The young demon spit out. The spittle flared, the soil sizzled. He grinned, snapped his fingers and jumped nimbly into a glowing circle that appeared in front of him. The light ozone odor dissolved quickly in the miasmas of this devilish place. Meanwhile monsters of all types were marching forward one after another to the last battle against Heaven. It was in his power to help them win.
***
Borya Zimin had been wishing to radically change his life for a long time. For this reason Lada Zimina-Pokovskaya (a countess, by the way) was not surprised by her offspring’s sudden decision. Let the kid relax at the southern coast. He graduated from school, his university tuition is paid, and the dean called with avowals of love. You bet, for such amount of money. The only thing that ran afoul of the habitual style of life was her son’s early appearance in the dining room. To be more exact Boris made his mother happy by his mere presence at breakfast.
«Well, everything’s changing.» Lada thought looking at her sonnyboy devour starters.
The old Labrador Henry was huddled under her chair, growling indistinctly. Borya finished his meal, got up from the table, and asked the dog:
«Well, doggy, will you go with me down south?»
Henry bared his teeth and tried to crawl away. Lada stood up for her pet:
«Leave the old guy alone.»
«By the way, Mom, you could do with a little freshening up as well,» her son cooed, and pecking her on the cheek, he left with the waddling gait of the master of the universe.
«That’s probably true. It might be time to take a breath», the countess thought as she watched a posh white car leave the courtyard. It might be a good idea to find myself a lover.
Lada did not conceal a pleased smile as she picked up the phone and dialed a number.
***
«Out running around again until all hours, you butthe…» His stepfather stuttered and started coughing uncontrollably. «You are killing your mother!»
They were sitting in a smoky little kitchen; the parents at the table, both bloated and unkempt. Grisha leaned against the fridge examining them. In spite of the early hour, on the table there were already an open bottle of vodka, a can of herring
Looking at her son with eyes bleary from alcohol, Verka lifted her hand against him, but Grisha caught it gently and firmly:
«I love you, Mom!»
Poryvayeva burst into tears. She cried, each tear taking away the burden that had weighted on her all these years after her husband’s death. And as she cried, her gaze became lucid and coherent. She stood up, took the bottle from the table and resolutely emptied it into the sink.
Kolyan realized that a new life was starting that exact moment in their family. As strange as it sounded, he proved happy about it. He gave Vera a hug. The two together saw Grisha to the door and set about cleaning up the place. The apartment had been awaiting this for many years.
***
«Sorry, my dear lady. May I engage you for a dance?» it’s been already a third pesky admirer in the last half hour. But what a style!
Marina subdued an impulse to rebuff this suitor as well. The first one started constructing the greeting with the word «look, there» and was recommended the sea shore as his destination. The second youth asked «Miss, do you dance?», and she replied «No, I sing!» However, since she has come to the disco anyway, she had better have fun. She mercifully let the third guy take her to the dance-floor.
Marina liked dancing. She could move well; and God had endowed her with beauty and a good figure, for which reason she kept catching admiring glances of the male audience. This attention was pleasant although a bit irksome. The reason was a red dress, with a low-cut back, that she found in her aunt’s closet. Kid, the butler, even confused her with his mistress. He complimented her and wondered if the attire was discreet enough for a disco and partying at night. As she was putting
