A deranged necromancer and his ginger cat

Bloody hands as well as mans eyelashes tremble slightly. Hes kneeling in the center of thin, barely illuminated room. “Until become you empty shell, Please be here, gimme a reply: Appear and break an endless peace. Break your given vow a moment by. Appeal to you and praying for agreement. Theres no evil, especially troubles. You need to only open soul to me, Throw open mouth, I lead the sun lights.” Memorized monotonous lines were repeated over and over, not allowing Yakov to take a deep breath. A chin runs down his spine after a few long minutes. Now he can sigh. Hes used to it. Used to it for a long time. “I like this smell. Where is it from?” A voice was heard from the “void”. “I lit incense. I knew you will like it” “Why do you… call me?” The lady of about eighteen confusedly turned away, covering mouth with her hand. “Poor little soul,” he would say a couple years ago, but now hes thinking of something else. “I understand your feelings, miss… You are scared, dont know where you are and why… But I can assure you that youre safe” “Of course I am…” She grinned sadly. Her eyes shifted to the floor, inspecting the bloody marks. “After a death… Who can harm me?” “ You know… Your relatives sorrow. They asked me to find out how are you. Your steady, of course, was against this idea. However…” “Im sad! How could it be otherwise? How can I not to sob violently? So many years… So many years I spent talking with him… And look at this, parting. How… How can it be? I cant imagine myself without him, do you see?” “ Your soul cant be free until you wont forget about this youth.” Finally, Yakov stands up and starts to bandage his slashed hands. “My darling… you dont give him life.” “I dont wanna live without him!” she screamed. There were rustles outside the door. Fuck… Not now for Gods sake. “So, you like him, right?” He stepped up. Wont it work tactfully? Well… “You only heart him by your love. Hes slowly dying because of you. Only because of you. Every night that you let yourself to come into his bedroom.” “How do you know…?” “Every moment that you spent following him” “Wait, but Im only…” “Surely and successfully bringing him to the grave. Did you try to hug him? Am I right? Youve ruined his health. Poor guy! Hed been sick for three weeks and only because his sweetheart give him time even after a death. Can you imagine what moral trauma do you make him?” Silence. Thats what he need. “He dreams of you, he sees you, youre always with him. What do you want more to bury him or send to an asylum?” The girl sobbed, grabbing hair. Her voice began to tremble visibly. Too vulnerable. Easily. “ You make him suffer. Agonize. Call it how you want, but hes suffering from nightmares and terrible pains only because of you. Oh, what a hard truth.” “No, no… Its a slander! These are all empty words!” “No lie, darling. Its your guilt for his torment, and I have to end it.” A smile flashes on a magicians face. Its his “favorite” part. When only little pendant had landed in his hands, the girl rushed forward trying to adeem her treasure. Its her thing. Shes clearly going to get it back. “Everything youll know, my erring soul. Return to bosom where you was, Stay hidden from the view and thrown yon To save the other look from collus.” The words were louder than before and tone wasnt shy: theres no need to be modest. She will be dead soon anyway. The treasure fell with a characteristic sound on the floor, and Yakov hardly kicked the stone by his lag, forcing it to moulder along of proprietress. “Calm down, young lady. Let your soul reborn in the best place where life will be fair. Amen,” said Yakov. It is hard, though, from another loss of blood… But the aim is more important. The door burst open, and there was a fluffy ball of ginger fur on the doorstep. It looked expectantly at its owner. “Nemo, whats the matter? You could sleep peacefully, silly. No, of course you need to scratch at my door during the exhortation. Who did I tell not to do that, huh?” Yakov squat and catch up the cat by the scruff of the neck. He glumly gazed into a discontent pets face which bite foreign nose after a second. “Ah, you're bitch, kitten hotdog!! Nemo, I will cook you in Devils kettle for this shit!!” However, Ginger doesnt listen to him. Honestly, hes never respond to his nickname. He might be understand monikers like “ginger” or “cat even insults… But he doesnt tolerate names. Hmpf. He let the cat go, lying on a bed that squeaked like a newly summoned spirit of an old lady…. Ew. Only Yakov stretched out to his full height, the “discontent” cat lay on his stomach. Hes meowing and meowing on his language. “What do you need, patsy? Ive already fed you. Na-a-ah, I wont fall for it twice. I dont want you to beg the food by your cutie eyes.” The cat thrust his muzzle into bandaged hand, and the owner only snort, starting to pet the favorite. It seems to be that the only one he loves more than this ginger idiot is another ginger idiot… Funny. Hemo shortly purred, giving owner a prick exactly in the heart, and the climbed to the neck. "... Little Tractor. And why are you so sweet today?" His hand is placed on the ginger cat's head, petting its fur. So this poor kitty lay down on him and purring, purring... and what a satistfied muzzle he make! Every time when Yakov see his cat he's melting like childish dreams about Santa Claus, when kids see disguised father instead of miracle. Hmpf. He didn't saw even that. "Ne-e-emo...", whispered Yakov. Ginger thrusts into bandage again. He licks paranoiac's fingers, and the laugh was Heard. "What are you doing? Wanna lick my wounds?" The cat is still purring to his owner. Yakov just giggles and takes out bandages. He's licking. Quite expected. No matter how man years this fool kitty is lived here, his weasels are becoming more and more unusual to the owner every time. And it's so pleasantly. "Yakov, What are you letting him to do?" A displeased voice is heard. The youth came into the room. "I thought we are in a serious relationships, but you let drink your blood to cat and not me?!" After a second he burst in laugh. Damn, what a moron... "Elias, I think I didn't bite you, so where did you this idiocy that from?" "Nevermind... One spirit told me." "How long is it dead? So, you need me to revive it?" "Firstly, Yakov, you can't revive every second corpse. Secondly, yes, plese. It's still fresh." "I think you dont see boundaries of humor." "Stop this shit! I'm not blind anymore." Elias' voice sounds crossly. He crosses his arms over his chest. "Yeap, and instead of it you stole a fucking crudity. Well, I'm shocked, you were such a sweet boy..." "Continue talking if life isn't precious... How's it going with the exhortation?" " I've already banished her. It's nothing. Arms soon will be healed, and I will be stronger... Soon I'll find him." Elias purses his lips and sits down on comrad's bed. His hand reaches out for a cet that's still sweetly responding, letting pet itself. "Last four years you've been Stalking only about it. Maybe..." "No. I won't rest until I find Walter." "But what if his soul is destroyed? Yakov... I know how it's difficult for you. I don't know him, but I think he was might be the best person in your life... and..." "I'm not going to let him go. I need to tell him alll what I didn't have time to say then... You.. don't understand. I have to say sorry." "I told you're not guilty hundred times." "You wasn't there!", shouted Yakov. He covers his head of the hands. "And... because of it you don’t know what's happened." Ginger pokes Yakov by his paw and then tiltes the head to one side. ....Huh. So funny. "Sorry for the scream. I remember you don’t like loud sounds." "It's allright. Well... I suggestion you to continue your researches tomorrow. Remind me, where we should go?" "Tomorrow we will be going to our favorile field."