immediately dodged and immediately got up. And he moved very little, trying to always stay in place. He let the enemy get closer, and then tried not to disengage with him with the sword.
“Ah well!” Arel got angry and tried to attack him again. Nikto managed to deflect the blow again. The atmosphere grew more and more tense, and Karina became afraid. Her blind brother didn’t let Arel approach and didn’t look like a human now, but quite the opposite.
“Lis, I don't like this. Tell them to stop!” Asked Karina.
Unfortunately, Lis now always, leaving the house, hid his jester’s makeup under a mask, and Karina didn’t see the expression on his face, but she was sure that he also didn’t like what was happening.
“Arel, that's enough!” She shouted. “It was a bad idea!”
The prince turned to her cry and received a crushing blow, he fell, and Nikto pressed the blade of the sword to his throat.
“No!” Karina screamed.
And Nikto’s hand suddenly trembled, and he literally flew away from Arel, fell backward, as if he had been hit with all his strength in the chest, and then, rising, he shouted:
“Arel, what are you doing?!”
Arel sat down, shaking his disheveled head, pressed his hand to his cut neck, blood ran down his fingers, he raised his eyes to Nikto:
“Damned motherfucker! Which one is the Demon? You look more like a human than he is!”
Nikto ran up to him, hugging him, examining the wound.
“Your brother is cool,” said Lis to Karina and headed towards the house.
And Karina, stunned, stood and looked at the Arel and the Nikto-Demon, who seemed to be more cheerful, kinder and more humane than her brother.
Arel closed his eyes as Nikto put a rag soaked in healing medicine to his throat.
“Fuck! Nik! I don't envy you, how do you live in his body?!”
Nikto laughed:
“It's not that bad. But don't do that anymore. What if my human part kills you?”
“Could he do it? To spite you?”
“He was able to spite me to cut himself like meat, and you – in general, easily!”
“Don't leave like that anymore! Don't let him loose!”
“Are you afraid?” Nikto laughed and, taking a glass, took a few good sips of wine, and Karina noticed that he didn’t miss a drop.
“Okay, okay, he just wanted to teach you a lesson. He actually loves you!”
“Really?” Arel asked, and there was doubt in his voice.
“He wouldn't have killed you.”
“Why did you come back then?” Lis said.
“Hasn't an hour passed?”
“No,” Lis shook his head. “He wanted to kill Arel, maybe even out of love, so that you wouldn't get him. He wanted to save him. Like Rosa.”
And he handed Nikto a piece of paper with notes.
Arel squeezed his temples in his hands.
“So, Lis, it was not a comedy?”
“It looks like not,” said Lis seriously.
“Well, so much the worse for him!” Arel got angry.
“And I wanted to ride him on a horse,” Karina said suddenly, and since everyone looked at her as if she were a fool, she fell silent in embarrassment.
“Lis, come to me,” Nikto called. “I want to see how your tongue heals. You started talking quickly. Maybe it's time to get the threads out.”
Lis obediently approached him and opened his mouth.
“I'll take them off in a few days,” Nikto examined his tongue. “And talk less, it's too early, it starts to bleed. Be patient, talkative Lis.”
Lis said nothing dejectedly.
“I want to know what happened in the prison,” Arel said. “Karina, tell me everything. How did you escape?”
Later, Arel and Nikto remained alone in the room.
“It was just the only way to get her to save me. Otherwise she would not have done it!” Nikto explained Karina's rather emotional story, where she outlined in detail their chaotic escape.
“Well, yes, she is kind and saved a person!” Arel grinned. “Weren't you afraid to leave like this and leave the human alone?”
“No, I was not afraid. After all, I am he. This is part of me. From which I have nowhere to get away!”
“He got on your nerves a lot, didn't he?”
“I use his soul, I am here thanks to his soul, to the fact that he is alive.”
“And to the fact that he resists?”
“Well, no, the fact that he resists is bad, this is with what he gets me.”
“It seemed so simple when the witch brought his little body for you, right?”
“Although… Maybe it's better this way, he used to resist very much and cripple himself, but now he doesn't. We have learned to somehow coexist, and, I confess, sometimes… he takes over. But I'm no longer angry, it gives me humanity. It is easier for me in this world from its emotional impulses and throwings. I am almost human and thanks to him I have feelings, and people understand and accept me better. So… what seemed like a hindrance and a mistake before, has become an irreplaceable help in the end. Anyway, I do what I want!” Nikto smiled. “Only with feeling. As a man!”
“And… did he start loving me?” Arel asked in a trembling voice.
“I chose you,” Nikto answered. “And he… fell in love. He loved you all. And through him I too.”
“Why did he love me? After all, I beat him and humiliated him, fucked him.”
“Well, Arel, you yourself didn’t notice, but in fact you treated him well. And he saw so few people, spoke little.”
“Did he even see me?”
“Yes. He can see a little with my eyes. If I let him. If I let him, he can say something through me. He can see and feel everything, but just cannot do anything at the same time. I can connect and disconnect with him in any way.”
“It's like sex.”
“Do you want it like that?”
“Yes. You entered my body. I felt it and didn’t resist. And you can enter my body and use it, I will only be happy.”
Nikto hugged his prince:
“Meanwhile this is not necessary, I'm used to being blond.”
