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полная версияDiabolita

Anya Annetsun
Diabolita

Полная версия

She could never make the right decision. Everything she did was constantly wrong, her unpretentious tastes turned into gigantic ambitions, and the "just cause" turned into another delirium.

She would really like to live without the help of dark forces, but God was far away and left the right to choose, and this was absolutely impossible for her. He called her "my Devil", promised to make her the princess of darkness, his wife and concubine, but there was always a catch in all this. Carolina went to God: without giving up the hope of finding a way to “His house,” she found time to go to the same church, to the same Father, and confess. She did not say that she was talking to HIM. She simply told that she heard a voice, insisted that she knew that it was from the evil one, and repented that she could not stop it. Father always guided her, but did not consider her soul to be hopeless. Lost – yes, but hopeless – no.

She returned home, where her secret friend was waiting for her, sat down, exhausted, in a chair and again began her battle, the battle for reality. Doctors called it simply schizophrenia, but that is probably why this disease is called "a ticket to hell."

When at first she had to meet this man – who smiled like God, but there was some incomprehensible light in his smile – she thought that they would never see each other again, but fate brought them together again and again. She fell more and more in love with this mysterious smile and could not forbid herself to dream about it.

Her soul tried to avoid this contact, as if sensing the danger emanating from him, but the unknown beckoned with its passionate madness.

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