4 Chapter 3

With new souls I was in no hurry, I waited until the flow of other people's knowledge stopped. Mostly useless garbage, but sometimes something useful came along. Trained his other powers, telekinesis, mind control, mind reading. The truth was told in the series, if you accept it, not resist it, then learning goes in leaps and bounds.

After a while it became clear that training does not add to my strength, only increased skill. So I focused on subtle manipulation. And he continued to «eat» demons.

And I didn't realize it was four more years. I learned a lot during that time, especially with human brains, both with my own and with others.

And here I am in the new world already sixteen. My aunt, influenced by my telepathic abilities, no longer notices my strange behavior.

He hasn't been to school in a year and a half.

And I decided it was time to move on. Creatures like me have too many weaknesses, even though thanks to the blood of Azazel I am much stronger than ordinary demons, but in this world there are a lot of strong creatures with which I one posh click of my fingers.

It may not have been necessary, but I've made a decision to cut all the strings that lead to me.

A young man named Alex Smith, who was on his way home from the store, was hit by a drunk driver. And I flew into a dark cloud to look for a new body. If a standard demon looks like black worm, I look like a comet.

I am cool.

Found this in a neighboring state. A young 20-year-old boy has been in a coma for two weeks, not surprisingly, after being beaten on the head with a bat in an attempted robbery.

My choice fell on him for two reasons, he's an orphan, which will free me from my problems with new relatives, and the fact that his soul has already left the body.

So the cabin is free.

He took an empty shell, but he did not want to run away from the hospital, he lay down for a week, "healed". I do not need any suspicion. All memory can not be adjusted.

Even the police came and asked me if I remembered my attackers, which I quickly dropped, that I had not seen anyone and do not remember anything.

It's time to get stronger again. Now my new apartment has a lot of interesting drawings. He cracked his brains to keep me comfortable and the demons from running.

The new call of the lower demon, half an hour to completely break his will and again absorb. Everything passed quickly and painlessly. I became very little, but stronger. And another memory was absorbed after three days.

So I lived, consumed demons, assimilated their knowledge until I was summoned by a strong enough creature.

"Hold still," I ordered the creatures that came out of the fire. The demon stopped, but a second later, a barely perceptible wave ran through his foggy body and it rushed towards me.

- Paranoia is the key to a long and happy life of paranoia. 'I was thinking, watching a demon in a trap with a border that he couldn't get out of.

Even calling the weakest of these creatures I have always adhered to safety rules.

Not for nothing, apparently.

"Stop, don't move, stop resisting‼," I was trying to subdue this asshole. Slowly with a squeak, but I was able. My head just cracked, my nose was bleeding, and I was chanting my mantra - "Stop, obey". Last time the cloud swung and froze, I let myself pass out in disgrace.

When I woke up, I was wondering what had happened to me, and I didn't like it. Recently, I had really gained strength, so what kind of monster did I encounter?

Our confrontation lasted almost 24 hours. I am not sure that I completely subdued him. So I will continue to break it.

God bless us... or whatever it is that is taking care of us demons. For a month he carried out all my orders,until I was 100% sure I could absorb it.

It was hard, and judging by the small layer of dust that you've been gathering at my house for a long time. The demon's name was Samhain, old and strong, could control weak, evil creatures like young vampires, ghosts, and zombies. A few years later, he was supposed to be summoned by a witch, but he did not suffer and decided to climb out now. For that he paid, although in his place I could be.

Thanks to him, I am now a very powerful demon, not yet superior, but already near. If I used to have black eyes, now white.

To crawl to my current level, I'd have to eat something like a thousand and a half, plus a hundred. And it takes a long time and I don't have it. But the real gift was his knowledge of magic, spells and rituals, which modern witches never dreamed of. It's a long way to go, but you don't dream of becoming a magician and doing all kinds of cool stuff.

That's how I learned about the ritual called "The Union of Entities," which is basically what I do, but I'm going to have all of my soul powers and all of its features.

I became interested in him for one simple reason, "unite" with any entity and only if you have a soul.

I have it, and with it, I hope I'm almost human.

They don't use it because only the oldest of the demons know it. And these guys don't share their knowledge with people for nothing. Too rare ingredients are trifles. One phoenix soul is what it is. They have not been seen two hundred years ago.

I know where I can get one of these, but it's too risky.

- To be or not to be? I thought out loud in the bar. After becoming a demon or whatever I am, alcohol barely works on my carcass, but I like the taste.

Trouble, lad? asked the old bartender what I raised my eyebrows on. - Young, high on whiskey in the middle of the day, what advice do you need? - Let's see.

- There is an opportunity to make a serious profit in my business. Legally, but risky, I can lose everything, so I think what to do. - I said with anticipation, looking at the local "sage". - Come on, advise, counselor.

Don't be rude to me, lad. he said calmly. You're still young, if your deal breaks, you can fix it.

- Yeah, of course, I muttered quietly. I'm gonna die, that's all. But the bartender didn't hear me.

- If you lose that opportunity, won't you regret the rest of your life? - He kept on blurting.

What can I say, I sure as hell have a point.

Man, I want to shoot up.

'Thank you,' I said as I was leaving.

It's time to get ready, I have a trip to Hell to get to.

As a matter of fact, I don't need Hell himself, but it's the only place you can get to Purgatory by a spontaneous portal. Samhain knew where there was one, so I knew.

That's where Eva's children end up dead.

That's where I'm going to catch the phoenix. Well, I'm going to have a world of endless battle. That's what I was getting ready for.

It was at this momentous moment that I finally and irrevocably realized that my sense of self-preservation had completely atrophied. The reason is probably because I was already dying and it wasn't over.

Didn't take much, a couple machetes, a pistol with silver bullets and a couple of shower traps. I inherited everything but the traps from Max the hunter.

I hope my years of telekinesis training were worth it.

A moment's movement and I'm in hell, there's a foul smell of sulfur and screams of pain coming from far away, a nasty place.

Half an hour of fast walking and I'm at the portal. Ten seconds to gather my thoughts and I take a step to appear in purgatory in a moment.

Welcome to the colorless world.

- We need to catch an aborigine. I said aloud. I have long noticed this weirdness, it seems to be reflected by a lack of normal communication. In the right hand the gun in the left cleaver and drove slowly.

A recipe for survival in a place where everyone wants to kill each other. Keep the villain telekinetic, chop off his head, hold on, chop him off until the enemy runs out. And they never end, there's time for a little break, but nothing more.

Where the habitat of the phoenixes I learned a couple of days after my appearance here. Far away live the bastards. Almost a week has passed, but I'm already close. The epic fight didn't work.

What are you doing here? one of the three that came from behind the trees asked me.

- Looking for Phoenix. I answered honestly.

- You found them. What do you want, demon? - There followed a logical question.

- Souls are needed for the ritual. I answered again without concealing anything. Interesting dialogue, everything is strictly business. They were gonna jump me, but I was already holding them telekinetic.

Put a smothering, chop off the head and so three times. Took with stock, you know, and I have no desire to return here again.

We're well fed on Earth.

There was no point in walking back, so I moved to the portal, and a minute later I was in my apartment.

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