And you said, I’ll let him go.’
But there was a catch! You knew that without Black Water and your support, he wouldn’t live a day! You knew that, in fact, he is dead, and letting him go is just killing him! But you didn’t explain anything to me! You promised to grant my wish! And you always keep your promises! In my ignorance, I asked you to kill my son!”
“You have to be careful with what you wish for…”
“Especially when you ask the Demon! Yes?”
Nik was silent.
Kors grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, and, throwing it hard up, took several large sips at once right from the neck:
“I killed my son!”
“When you didn’t save your pregnant wife or when you made a wish?” Nik said and smiled.
“Are you kidding?!” Kors tossed the bottle at him. Made of thick glass, it withstood the impact, falling near the bed and rolling across the floor with a clang.
“It’s all because of you! Deceiver Demon!”
Nik leaned over a little and looked at the burgundy puddle of grape wine. It continued to flow from the heavy bottle lying on its side. Nik looked at Kors.
“Vitor, why are you so worried? Maybe it will be better for your son, because, according to you, he died a long time ago. Then he is tormented, as they say, huh?”
“You are a cheater! Deceiver!” Kors couldn’t stop.
“I didn’t lie to you! You motherfucker!” Nik hit the bedspread with clenched fists: “Remember before you make a drama! I said I would restore his body and let him go! Do you remember?”
Kors froze.
“But is it possible?”
“It is impossible for a human, but everything is possible for his Creator!”
“What?..”
Nik rose from the bed, awkwardly stepping on the spilled wine.
“I’m tired of your tantrums, Vitor! And you won’t go anywhere, I won’t let you go anywhere, whether you love me or not, it doesn’t matter! We’re leaving together. The Black City has been waiting for us for a long time.
Kors nodded sadly.
“Yes. I said this phrase to Varakh. I said these words to Varakh and left, having stopped looking for my son. I abandoned my son.”
“And now you’re throwing again!” Nik tried to get closer, but Kors stepped back quickly, trying to keep his distance.
“I’m not leaving him!” He retorted hastily. “I’m just tired of your endless moral oppression, your pretense and lies! I want to trust you, but you are never completely sincere! Why are you doing this to me? I’mtrying! Trying! What have you done?! Kors stopped screaming, tears in his eyes.
Nik shrugged indifferently.
With the hope of support, Kors turned his gaze to Arel, but the face of the prince was, as always, indifferent and impassive. He didn’t care about Kors suffering. They were not touched by his pain for his son. Kors looked into these seemingly human faces, and understood that there were not people in front of him.
“You soulless beings! You have no compassion for the pain of others,” he said in desperation. “Why are you torturing me like this? For what? Who you are? Where are you from? Answer me!”
Nik and Arel looked at each other, slightly smiling, and looked at such a sad Kors.
“We are rulers,” said Prince Arel, smiling.
But Nik shook his head, as if disagreeing with him, and added:
“We are slaves.”
“We are everywhere.”
“And we are nowhere…”