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“Fuck off and shut up now,” Nik hissed softly again. Kors suggested that he applied cotton soaked in a healing agent to an inflamed scar.

“Son, it’s my fault, I thoughtlessly started treatment and irritated your old wound. Let me help you,” pleaded Kors, he was madly worried that the Demon would completely disfigure the face of his son.

“No!”

And Kors couldn’t resist:

“You're ruining everything now! You won’t be able to apply the medicine properly! You don’t know how to do it! Stubborn idiot!”

“Ah, look, you washed me again and didn’t dry me! But I’m not going to sit and cry anymore after you yelled at me! Mister daddy, shut up, I said, otherwise now I’ll put a plaster on your mouth, and not just on your eyes! And if you want, I’ll fasten it with a steel bracket so that you will completely shut up!”

Kors froze and fell silent. He was very worried that Nik would spoil all the treatment without supervision now.

Nik walked over to him.

“Don’t talk to me. I forbid you to talk, you understand? Everything you wanted, you already told me in the Fort.”

Kors remained silent, not knowing what to do, whether he could answer or not. But he involuntarily mentally said: “Son, what’s wrong with your face?”

Despite the prohibition, Kors didn’t dare to call him Nikto.

“What’s wrong with my face? Nothing. It’s covered in black scales, you know,” Nik answered aloud. “Don’t address me mentally! And now I will touch you with my nasty paws, and you will wet your pants from fear, right, daddy?”

Kors grabbed his head.

“Forgive me, forgive me. I will try to accept your essence and this image of you, in our world you are in merger with my son, and…”

He “heard” how Nik abruptly closed his thoughts from him, as if loudly slamming the door, and moved away from him:

“Sleep!”

Chapter 3

Skid Row – Wasted Time 

Kors is locked up again in some empty and dark cell with no windows. Is this a dream? Or is he “catching” Nik’s memories again? Kors has already understood that as soon as dark holes, low ceilings, cells, basements, unpleasant sensations of tightness in a closed space and darkness appeared in his visions, these were the memories of his son.