There are no more rules!
Did Athenais smoke? Somehow it doesnt look like it. Fire escapes from her lips, not smoke. Neither a lighter nor a pack of cigarettes are visible on the table.
And they were once? Was there any way to hold you back? the sly notes in the voice of her interlocutor were hard not to distinguish.
Athenais smiled wryly. How good she is! Despite the pallor and inexpressive features. Her face was like a perfect mask, on which only eyelashes and eyebrows stand out in bright gold.
You counted on this when you summoned the demon to raise the rating of your ruined film studio? When was blood poured over the Fall Memorial? When were you looking for a many-sided tree in the forest?
This is no longer a dialogue, but most likely a plot for the next film. Then why does the owner of the film studio look so ashamed?
Why did you miss the blood of former stars? Did you want mine from the start? Is it only the blood of the one who calls that matters?
Your call was hard not to hear. It was filled with such despair. People go crazy for money. And your studio is almost ruined, as well as many others, but only you called me. It doesnt matter who advised you. You approached me voluntarily, but I did not respond. I wanted to sleep. I didnt want to return to this world where everything is so gray and unattractive, except for my films. You didnt need to wake me up. Then these films would not exist. The door to my world would not open through them. And your world would stand for a couple of centuries longer. This is what the Taor society and then the Templars fought for. It was so important for them to knock out this little at the cost of the lives of the elect to postpone my coming to power by a century or two. They treasured the existence of humanity, no matter how tired and plain it was. And you called yourself. Here is the business risk. Making a lucrative movie for you is more important than saving the planet.
Dont judge people! You are from a race in which they do not know what it means to have a fragile vulnerable body, to grow old, suffer, starve, suffer from thirst and endure the attacks of creditors.
Hungry and thirst, perhaps, unfamiliar instincts, but we know what it is to suffer, Athenais nodded at the creatures that climbed the curtains and even on the ceiling. And we know what it means to burn alive.
Those creatures inside the tree Will they eventually break free and start acting in your films as burnt angels falling from heaven? Or will they break free for another? Someday one movie will not be enough for you. And they are hungry. They will easily finish off all those whom your films have not yet seduced.
The passage from world to world is not a tree of many faces, but screens of cinemas where my films are shown. If so far not all have watched them, this does not mean that it will also be in the future.
Pass! A door! He felt that someones teeth, sharp as needles, closed in the palm of his hand. He looked down. Was the fancy keyhole molded in the shape of the manticore mouth malfunctioning? Couldnt she bite him? It turned out to be impossible to free the hand.
I smell blood! Athenaiss voice caressed the ear. It is a pity that not near the tree. It would be more reasonable there.
He expected to see her next to him now. Her scarlet robe was already sliding down the aisle, but something black, scorched and winged, appeared near the door, as if it had come off a movie screen. It was tall, like a giant, with limbs like powerful tree branches. His cracked skin looked like the bark of a scorched tree. It reached out to him with dry black fingers, but there was nowhere to run. The keyhole caught the hand like a trap. And the creature at the door, alas, was not a special effect. And the smell of blood attracted him very much.
Bloody process
Egypt, excavations, Valley of the Kings
Something went wrong. Routine archaeological excavations have become hell. Voices were heard in the night over the tents, vague monstrous silhouettes flashed in the distance.
Several employees disappeared. And Leah was so passionate about her work that she didnt even notice it. It is much more important for her to dig another discreet artifact out of the sand and mud than to contact the authorities and inform that people are missing from the excavations.
How could a girl be appointed head of the expedition? As expert as she is, she is still a woman. All her academic degrees do not change this.
Neil decided to take matters into his own hands. All you have to do is make a few calls or get to the city.
Leah, although not a white-handed, but a terrible bore. Sometimes you cant get a word out of it. Its a pity, shes a young woman with great prospects and good looks, except for a strawberry patch on her cheek. Neil would have an affair with her, even though he was not a supporter of office romances. At home his wife and son were waiting for him, and Leah turned out to be a real ice statue. She didnt like men at all, but she was not a lesbian either. She is asexual, like most scientists, who so much burden the brain that the attraction to carnal pleasures disappears. In addition, Leah did not abuse her connections at embassies and consulates. This means, as from a girlfriend, there will be no benefit from her. She also preferred not to disturb the police, holding a weapon for self-defense near her sleeping bag. She is ready to attack the camp. But Neil did not want to become a victim of robbers or terrorists.
He thought that by evening he would reach the settlements. It wasnt like that. The city of the dead did not seem to let him go. All around are dunes and pyramids. Wherever he went, the road either turned back, or stretched forward indefinitely.
He probably turned the wrong way. When the whole expedition got to the excavation, it took much less time than now. Doesnt he know how to use a navigator? It was also difficult to navigate the map. It seems that he was driving in the right direction and would have continued driving if the gasoline had not run out.
It was getting dark. Neil had to get out of the comfortable car and walk. Leah was probably right when she didnt want to let him go. Cellular communication has been interrupted. Neil was left trapped in the sands alone.
The time was too late to receive sunstroke. The sun is no longer at its zenith. Its getting dark too fast in the desert. So why does he have the feeling that his brains are melting from the sun? A figure in red flickers between the dunes. A monstrous face flickers under the red hood.
It seemed to Neil that real gold jewelry and coins were sparkling in the sand under his feet, but leaning over he found only bones there. He hoped they werent human.
Are jackals or some other predators roaming around here? He hadnt heard the howl yet, but it got dark instantly. The constellations that poured out in the sky resembled bizarre inscriptions.
Go to the session, someone whispered. There are many cinemas. They have films about us.
If anyone was around, Neil would have punched him. How can you scoff at the unfortunate stray traveler like that?! He, of course, would like to sit in a comfortable chair, eat popcorn and quench his thirst with Coca-Cola. Only all this is impossible. After all, there are definitely no cinemas in the desert. They, for sure, are not present in most of the Egyptian cities. He didnt check it himself, though. In Luxor he was passing through and did not see a single cinema there. And here lay the desert. It is located somewhere in the Valley of the Kings area, or at least not far from it. It is also called the City of the Dead, because the pharaohs were buried here for centuries. Each pyramid is a tomb, not just an exquisite museum for tourists. This should be remembered. The dead are all around. They must be respected. Well, robbers of royal tombs can also hang around here. Neil remembered them when he noticed something like a party near the opened tomb. A bright electric light poured from the opening that replaced the entrance. Someone inside was laughing. The dancing shadows resembled horned mythical creatures.