“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.”