Character: The demon

- How many trades you have done in this town?
- 15.
- Cancel them, otherwise I will make a loophole in your throat.
- This plague.
- Yes, you're right: even some.
- Hello, boys.
- Contagion.

- To stand! Face the wall! Don't make me hurt you!
- The pain! How dare you say this word? What you think is pain, is only her shadow. She has your face! I'll show you her true face! Gentlemen, I am the pain!

A servant, if you're going to chicken out and run away, I'll find you and cut off your tail.
- I wasn't going to. Until you have at least some clothes, I fear nothing.

Who is embroidering on the Hoop, and I love to see outside of what you would normally have inside.

Whoever makes it, wants it to have. Whoever buys it, takes it for herself. The one who carries it, holds it. And the one who owns it, knows about it.

Or do you not know what
People minute love?
The excitement of young blood, -
But the days are fleeing and the blood-curdling!
Who can stand against separation,
The temptation of new beauty,
Against fatigue and boredom
And of the capriciousness of dreams?

Without regret, without
To see the earth become you
Where there is no true happiness,
No long-lasting beauty
Where a crime Yes, punishment,
Where passion small only to live;
Where can not without fear
Neither hate nor love.

Electing you to my Shrine,
I have the power at your feet folded.
Your love I'm waiting for as gift
And eternity give thee for a moment.

I want the sky to be reconciled
I want to love, want to pray,
I want to believe good.

Only a month gold
Because of the mountains quietly stand
You sneak a look at-
To thee I'll fly;
I'll stay until the morning
And silk lashes
Golden dreams inspire...

Air-ocean,
Without a rudder and without sails,
Quietly floating in the mist
Choirs slender bodies;
Among the fields immense
In the sky without a trace
Clouds are elusive
Fibrous herds.
The hour of parting, hour of meeting -
Them neither joy nor sadness;
Them in the future no desire
And the past is not bad.
A day of painful misery
You only remember about them;
Be to the earth without the participation
And careless as they.

That life of petty dreams
And the moaning and tears of the poor Virgo
For the visitor the Paradise side?

- Come on show your face, bitch!
- Hush, honey, you'll Wake the neighbors.

- We can hear it!
We odne.
- And God!
- We will not throw glance:
He's busy sky, not the ground!