Chat with aВ Demon. Daughter of the Dawn
Natalie Yacobson
By engaging in a chat with a dead movie star, many have died. Nikita thought he had found the girl of his dreams on the Internet. But why did his chat room girlfriend look so much like the dead movie star posters, who performed exclusively the roles of fallen angels? Why, as soon as you enter a chat room, the most real demons invade the usual everyday life?
Chat with aВ Demon
Daughter of the Dawn
Natalie Yacobson
Translator Natalie Lilienthal
© Natalie Yacobson, 2022
© Natalie Lilienthal, translation, 2022
ISBNВ 978-5-0056-6478-5
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Luck
Nikita was about toВ disconnect from the chat room, but the photo that suddenly popped up caught him. The angelic face looked as if from aВ parallel world. Never mind that something sinister emanated from the photo. What mattered was that it was the girl ofВ his dreams.
“Hello.”
How else can you begin aВ dialogue with aВ stranger? InВ aВ chat room all the phrases are simple and short toВ the point ofВ absurdity.
“Hello!” Nikita typed back the same word with which the stranger had approached him. How come she had addressed him herself! Usually pretty girls didn’t like him. Was the photo on the icon have been heavily retouched or a stranger altogether? Even if it was, Nikita didn’t want to deprive himself of the illusion of contact with the dream.
“What is your name?”
The nickname popped up brightly. The question was only aВ formality.
“Athenais.”
“And I’m Nikita,” he sat under the nickname “stranger,” so he saw fit to introduce himself.
“How old are you?” Atenais’s question appeared in the dialog window instantly, as if she could type in a fraction of a second.
Nikita didn’t have that kind of speed. The keys slid under his fingers, skipping typos.
“I am twenty-two years old. What’s your age?”
There was aВ long silence. What if she is aВ minor? The tardy answer was aВ little shocking.
“I am of angelic age.”
“You mean underage?”
“I mean more ancient than the whole earth.”
Sounds like a joke! Athenais must be a couple of years older than him. That’s why she’s joking. Girls take it painfully when they’re even six months older than the guy they like. And why is it that all girls necessarily want someone who’s older? Large age is no guarantee that a man has achieved something in life.
“You look about seventeen,” Nikita typed out a reply that sounded more like a remark. “Is this photo from last year?”
“Yes, but if you took it now, it would come out the same. I don’t change with time. But the landscape around me keeps getting darker. I don’t want to add a picture of the ruins to the chat room.”
“Where do you live?”
There is aВ long silence inВ response.
“Are you on a tour of some ruined manor house right now?” Nikita remembered his experience of school excursions to noblemen’s estates and nature reserves. Sometimes they had to spend the night practically in a barracks not far from historical sites, but teachers encouraged such trips. For the sake of broadening one’s horizons one should do anything!
“More like in the pyramids.”
“So you’re in Egypt?”
“It is not exactly.”
“Then where?”
“It’s a mystery.”
“Why is it a mystery?”
There was silence again. No one typed an answer. Nikita’s mouse cursor twitched. He wanted to talk to Athenais again. Why was she frozen? Combine chatting with other guys? With her looks, she sure had a lot of admirers.
“There are no secrets in chat rooms,” Nikita diplomatically remarked, “otherwise no one would be interested in communicating with you.”
Now the silence was awfully long. The electronic clock measured five minutes, and there was no reply from Athenais. Had he scared herВ off?
“Are you still there?”
“I have to go see a movie,” Athenais typed. “The session is about to start.”
Did she really mean the movie theater session? So it’s daytime where she lives. How far was she from Moscow? Nikita’s heart sank. He had hoped to arrange a date, bring a red rose, go to a cafe for a cup of tea, and take a long look at Atenais across the table. Was she as beautiful as she looked in the angel photo? There seemed to be a sort of black feathery wings flickering behind her back in the tiny photo. It looks like photoshop. But He want so badly to believe that a real fairy or angel is talking to him. This is a fairy tale! Turn on the Internet, and there, on the network, lives a real elf with a golden-blond head, azure eyes, and a divine face. Except that the decorations on Athenais were more museum than fairy-tale. Indeed, it reeked of the culture of ancient Egypt.
“Are you going to the cinema? Are you going alone or with company?” Nikita hoped that the companion had not yet passed out.
“With the company,” she honestly replied.
“What kind of movie is it?”
“It is a movie about a demon.”
“It is a horror movie! And you don’t even know the title?”
“It might change over time.”
“How’s it?”
Silence again.
“Is the show in the evening or at night?” Nikita guessed to ask.
“It is at night.”
So Athenais doesn’t live far away. The clock above the computer table reads exactly three in the morning. At three o’clock at night the movies don’t go on, but at twelve o’clock they can still go on. Athenais probably lives a couple of towns away from Moscow. Then she can be reached in one night by train.
“Where do you live?” Nikita asked again, but Athenais had already passed out. He managed to add her as a friend. Would she still be chatting tomorrow?
It was long past his bedtime. He had class at the university in the morning. He would oversleep again and not be able to attend any lectures or seminars. It was all because of the chat room.”
Athenais had sent some kind ofВ link. Thanks toВ her sociability, the beautiful photo was able toВ expand toВ full screen. Indeed an image ofВ her shoulder-length was mounted with black angel wings. The wings and forearms sparkled with gold chains threaded through the feathers. Such jewelry conjured up thoughts ofВ genies from Oriental fairy tales. What an image Athenais had! It was as if she were preparing toВ play the part ofВ aВ demon herself.
“Shall we have a chat?” Someone called Nikita back into the chat room. Probably it was one of those ugly girls who texted him yesterday. Is it Lada or Dasha? And he was waiting for Athenais. Her name must have been made up. Probably her parents had named her after some book character. For example, Nikita’s pockmarked neighbor, a romantically inclined mother had named her Angelica, having read French novels. The intricate name Angelica did not fit in with the simple surname Ivanova at all.
What was Athenais’ last name? What is the girl’s profession? Or is she a student? Certainly she is not a lady of the night, as she did not offer to meet, and did not talk about payment. After a couple of months of chatting on dating sites, Nikita had gotten used to ignoring prostitutes, who sat online as a whole artel. They had pretty pictures, too, but always with bright makeup. Athenais in the photo looked like she had no makeup on at all, aside from the golden lashes. Do lashes and hair have a golden hue in nature? Nikita had only met platinum and natural blondes in his life, but never golden-haired ones.
“Athenais!” He typed her name involuntarily and seemed to fly into someone else’s chat room.
“Chat better with me now,” someone unfamiliar answered. The picture of the head under the red hood could have been either male or female.
Nikita instinctively answered the video call and got impaled. Someone disfigured flashed on the screen. AВ face with black skin looked burnt. The chains inserted inВ his nose and lips looked like chains, not jewelry.
Nikita tried to close the video window, but the key on the mouse wouldn’t work. And the demonic face was making faces and breathing ash.
“There was a huge fire,” was a mechanical voice from the chat. “We’re all burned, but you’re not. Unfair!”
Nikita tried to turn off the computer itself and burned his fingers, as if he had touched a bare wire. He did not understand what he could burn himself on a desk that did not even have a lighter. The computer froze and then shut itself down. This had never happened before. The screen with the disgusted face went out instantly. The desk lamp went out, too. The power must have gone out. It happens very often. His father used to get indignant and loud in such situations. Why, he said, does he pay the electric bills when there are regular outages? Fortunately, Nikita lived alone now. Unlike his father, he understood that it was useless to complain. The electricity would turn on by itself after a certain period of time, and consumers’ complaints would simply be ignored.
Sitting in the dark became eerie. Someone’s claws were scraping against the parquet. All the rats and mice in the apartment building had long since been eliminated, but it felt as if animal claws were scratching the cabinets, the table, and even the concrete walls. Could it be the claws of an angel?
It felt like Athenais was near, and her nails were scratching some kind ofВ hieroglyph on his heart. Her fingernails were tearing at his flesh toВ expose his ribcage and reach his heart. And someone monstrous inВ aВ red hood silently watches.
Surprise
Nikita woke up with the idea ofВ buying aВ red rose on aВ long stem, tying it with aВ purple bow, and presenting it toВ Athenais.
He wiped his eyes dry and remembered that he hadn’t been able to arrange a date yesterday. But he’d slept through class. Six classes had gone by without him. He was a truant. And who wouldn’t be a truant after sitting up half the night in a chat room?
You either have to study or you have to socialize. It’s not possible to do both. How often his mother used to say that boys who study poorly are bound to go to the army. And the army would be worse than prison.
His mother’s threats were more frightening than all the demons of hell, so Nikita paid no attention to the ugly scratches on the walls and furniture.
It was too late to go to the university. It was five to four on the clock. He wouldn’t even be able to make it to the last lecture, because it takes at least an hour and a half to get there by transport. He has to wait for the trolleybus first. Then he took the subway. He lives on the very outskirts of Moscow. It’s a long way from here to the center. It would be good to switch to online learning, and sometimes it seems that the journey to the libraries and classrooms takes much longer than the classes themselves.
It’s a good thing his mother was on a business trip. Otherwise he would have been in trouble. Mom loved to make a fuss and throw tantrums that made Nikita’s and the neighbors’ ears hurt. In apartment buildings, you can hear perfectly well what they do next door. Here, to keep your secrets, you should talk very quietly or not talk at all, and communicate in a chat room. No one will eavesdrop on chat.
But abusing chat can get him expelled from the university.
Nikita put the kettle on the stove toВ make tea and started looking for something toВ make sandwiches with. There were no scratches on the kitchen walls. They remained only inВ the room where the computer stood, as if aВ werewolf with claws ofВ steel had prowled there during the night. An ordinary animal would not have been able toВ scratch through the concrete walls.
As the kettle heated, Nikita studied the scratches. It was as if they were folded into hieroglyphs.
