Anya Annetsun
Diabolita
She dreamed about many things: about moving to another country, about a kind husband and children, but so far, living in some kind of separate reality, she could not accomplish this.
So she lived, growing up, wiser, but without losing contact with the ghost of the ruler of dark forces. On the day she turned thirty, something happened. He had said before that while she was alive, she could change everything. But if she does not abandon him until the moment of her death, then she will go to Hell after him.
Caroline's 30th birthday was an ordinary summer day. Nothing foreshadowed trouble. Mom baked a cake, Carolina even made cheesecakes herself, they sat nicely in aprons and chatted. The windows were wide open, a cat was basking on the windowsill.
And then something like a storm burst into the house. A terrible wind swept the room, so much so that they could not have time to close the windows. There were no screams on the street, and it seemed that this hurricane was tearing and throwing only at them. Everything in the room began to spin, even the flower pot rose from its seat and flew to the other end of the room. Carolina and her mother tried to fix the problem as best they could, but they were bad at it. Mother ran for the mop to close the shutters. And Caroline made desperate attempts to close the window. And then suddenly the wooden beam supporting the cornice collapsed at the very moment when Carolina stood under it, trying to calm the elements and slam the shutters. The blow fell on the head.
Strong indestructible being – broke off in an instant. Carolina felt herself plunging into some kind of abyss, either in real water, or only in her imagination. She heard his voice. "You made your choice, Devil."
