#haarraph

Despite the abundance of appearances he had received for contracts over so long, Haarlep still valued his individuality. He could easily be distinguished from Raphael by his sweet and seductive manner of speech, even if he wore the same clothes as his master.

At one point, the incubus noticed the awe and affection with which his little devil gazed at his own portrait. He merely shrugged – Raphael's pride was nothing new. Things got worse when Raphael himself, with lofty intentions, pestered him. And what about Haarlep? Receiving gifts and endless amounts of food from the devil… A luxury he deserved.

The drinks they tried that evening were so unusual that he even began to doubt which circle his master had unearthed them from. An unfocused gaze, and then – everything was a blur…

When he came to life again, he could barely move his body in the bed. It felt like only half of his body was moving—one arm, one leg, and just one wing. The other half was numb.

"What the…" He turned his head toward where Raph usually slept and practically nuzzled his ear. His head was too close to his. "Raph…"

Haarlep turned his gaze to the body, which had become practically one with his master's. He screamed loudly and began to thrash about, unsure where to go. His breath caught in his throat, then came suffocating completely, then became so strong that he was suffocating. Because of all this incomprehensible pushing and shoving, even the devil himself woke up.

"Stop freaking out," he clicked his tongue. "Just look at how gorgeous we are now."

While the incubus was unconscious, Raphael performed some magical manipulations and merged their bodies. Now, literally two necks with their heads were sticking out of the body. Haarlep was sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn't remember ever experiencing such stress in his life.

"What is this???" Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he couldn't calm down.

"I decided it was for the best," Raph answered him with absolute calm.

"You decided? Did you forget to ask me?"

"I am your master. I decide what to do with you here," he reminded him tactfully.

Even Mephistopheles wouldn't have come up with such an idea. But it seemed he wouldn't return to him with a report. You couldn't lie in front of Raphael.

"That's much better," Raph continued to finish him off. "You will always be in my form. Literally."

For the first time in his life, Haarlep wanted to kill himself. Raph ignored his hysterics, but he simply couldn't calm down. He woke up in his bed in a cold sweat and immediately touched himself. Raphael wasn't there, he could move his body just fine; a second head hadn't grown.

He felt extremely nauseous after such a dream and barely made it to the pool. His head was spinning, his body ached with weakness. The Incubus sank into the pool to shake off this foul feeling. He felt so lousy, as if he'd been dunked in slop and forced to swallow it to get out.

"Are you okay?" slow footsteps were heard behind him. "For you to get up so early of your own free will..."

"Just a bad dream," Haarlep answered honestly. "I don't want to sleep anymore."

His laugh was nervous and full of pain.

"You overindulged last night. I told you only the devil could drink like that normally."

"I won't drink this anymore," Haarlep nodded slowly, looking at the streaks of water running from the faucets in the pool. The water almost calmed his inner turmoil. "I think I'll sit here for a while, and then I'll go get some more sleep."

Raph merely spread his hands:

"I told you."

"I know, I know…" Haarlep covered his mouth, feeling a renewed wave of nausea. Raph almost felt sorry for him.

He sat down next to him and stroked his hair like his favorite toy or pet.

"Rest as long as you need. Or better yet, drink the potion. It will calm you down and make you feel better. Would you mind telling me what you dreamed about?"

"I don't want to remember it," the incubus answered gloomily. "Don't make me…"

This surprised Raph greatly, but he didn't push it, allowing the toy to come to its senses.

"See you later. I have things to do for now."

A sharp shudder ran through Haarlep's body again at the mere thought of sleep. He needed to get rid of the contract as soon as possible.

___

When the Master is tired or dissatisfied, her main task is to stir him up and make him feel good by any means necessary. Haarlep was used to listening to Raphael singing, reading his memoirs with the latest version of getting the crown of Karsus, running her eye over and evaluating instantly composed poems so that the devil would feel his importance due to his ambitions and inflated ego, and she would receive pleasant perks for this in the form of new jewelry or something else interesting. The work is easy.

But today he did not even join her for a hookah, but immediately went to the boudoir with a dissatisfied look. Obviously, something had happened. How could she leave him in such a state? Haarlep had to find out what exactly had lowered his mood so much.

She did not want to come empty-handed and it would be pointless, so she decided to drop in on him with a mug of coffee. But not just any ordinary dull coffee, but made with some interesting recipe with whipped cream and a sweet taste of caramel. Almost with love. When she entered the boudoir, the Master was sitting on the bed and looked gloomier than a cloud.

“Hello,” she was as positive as always, in contrast to his usual seriousness. “Are you feeling okay? This is for you, by the way.”

Haarlep handed him a mug of coffee, deliberately gently touching her palms to his and showing that she was nearby. The succubus knelt down in front of him with a smile, so that there was a better view of her breasts.

“A hard day,” Raph answered her sullenly, looking mainly at the mug, and not at Haarlep. Haarlep did not bother Raph yet, just watching. If it was a hard day, then it only meant that (not) dear daddy was calling him to him and he had to listen to more mockery from Mephistopheles' retinue.

"Uh… I understand". she gently pushed his palms up with her hand so that the mug would finally get closer to his mouth. "Try it."

Haarlep got up from the floor and simply sat down next to him. She wrapped both arms around his waist and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Interesting coffee," Raph commented. "Very creamy and sweet."

"Especially for you," she purred. "I called it "Raf".

"Really?" He took a few more sips.

"It seemed to me that simple coffee with milk was too boring. So I changed it a little. And since it was made for you, it should be called accordingly!"

"Indeed," Raph could not argue with this. Nevertheless, the thought that this little exclusive, and from his favorite toy, was intended for him, raised his spirits a little. "It turned out very tasty."

Haarlep took the mug from him to finish the remaining cream with a sweet-bitter taste at the bottom and slowly licked her lips, licking the creamy foam off them.

"And now we will do the most pleasant thing in the world," she said tenderly. Haarlep put the mug aside and gently pushed the Master onto the bed. But instead of sitting on top of him and seducing him, she simply lay down next to him and gently hugged him, throwing her leg and tail over him to make it more comfortable to cuddle up to him.

"I expected something a little different. Especially from you."

"I was talking about rest!" Haarlep was indignant as a joke. "What were you thinking, my little devil? Ah, shame on you! You only think about one thing! We'll lie there for many hours until we get bored. And just try to get up without my permission. I'll eat you."

"The last sentence sounded very threatening," Raph answered her a little more cheerfully, but he was forced to agree with her. Even the devil sometimes needs a little rest. "Why are you looking like this today, by the way?"

"I wanted some variety. Why not?"

"Really, why not?" Raph carefully rolled over onto his side and lowered himself a little lower so that it would be more comfortable to bury his face in her chest. This made it even more pleasant to hug and stroke his hair.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Haarlep?!"

"Why should I look after her? YOU made a contract with her." Haarlep was indignant. "And anyway, she's already an adult. At her age, many tieflings are already…"

"I don't care what many tieflings are already doing at her age. I decided so. This is not up for discussion."

"You decided, not me! How did you decide? Have you looked in the mirror?"

"Almost. At you."

"You are deeply mistaken, Ra-a-aph!"

He didn't listen to Incubus. Such an assignment could well have been left to Korilla. At least she was a woman. And responsible. Looking after Mol is hard, unpaid work. In Haarlep's opinion, no gifts in the form of jewelry and beautiful underwear, including on Raphael himself, would be enough to pay for this betrayal.

Incubi and succubi, despite their purpose in this world, are proud creatures. And Haarlep, after living with Raphael and Mephistopheles, is a slightly spoiled creature in the position of the main cat of the House of Hope.

Well. Raphael wanted Haarlep to be a nanny. He will be. But with his own methods. And who explained to him how to be friends with children?

"Hello," greeted Haarlep her affectionately, while she poked a crystal into the wall. "What are you doing here?"

"Playing," she lied, putting her hands on her hips.

"Mmm. Yeah. I understand. There are no other children here, you're lonely. Poor thing! Raphael should have made a contract with your friends too. And they must be so sad without their leader too!"

Mol looked at him thoughtfully.

"Why are you dressed like that and why are you in Raph's guise? It looks so creepy…"

Haarlep just spread his hands. What could he do with his contract that stipulated such a thing?

"So ask him why I look like that! I could show you my true form, but I don't know, I don't know if I can trust you. As far as I remember, you, little rogue, you like to steal and cheat…"

"And then what?" Mol crossed her arms over her chest. "And you walk around the house naked. Not even in a robe. Who should be more ashamed?"

"Why are you getting hung up on it?" Haarlep began to get slightly irritated. "You don't understand. I should be desired by everyone."

"For now, my only desire is to get away from you. You are huge, muscular and look like you can offend."

"If you were older, I would show you how I can "offend". I am the most affectionate creature in the nine circles!"

Like, slightly spoiled by living among other spoiled children, she quickly understood what he was talking about:

"Ew-e-e-e-e!"

"Enough. Do you want to smoke a hookah?" Haarlep offered her calmly. Maybe at least such a thing in her mouth would make her shut up and not talk nonsense.

"To smoke?" she immediately became interested, sensing interesting adult entertainment. "I want to!"

"Another story." Haarlep smiled happily.

The hookah on the balcony near the archive smoked deliciously and hissed with coals. Like a professional, Haarlep inhaled with complete imperturbability on his face. He gave her the mouthpiece.

"Take it deep, and then exhale."

Like, trying to look no worse than him, did as he told her and immediately began to cough. Her throat burned, and her head felt foggy and heavy. Everything outside the balcony went in circles.

"Alas and ah, apparently you are not worthy it yet!" he reproached her purely out of spite, but he held her with his tail. "Never mind, I know what will help you!"

Continuing his pampering with a serious look, he picked her up in his arms like a princess and carried her to the boudoir.

"Where… cough-cough… are you dragging me…"

"To a wonderful place! By the way, why is your tail dirty? Where did you get it? It's not good! If you want to be a warlock and a disciple of the devil, then live up to your big daddy!"

With these words, he calmly threw her into the pool. The water immediately splashed to the sides.

Mol only managed to let out a disgruntled grumble and cough. She emerged, slightly choking and spitting out water.

"Have you completely lost your mind???"

"Oh, what a horror, poor child!" Haarlep continued. He immediately pulled her out of the pool and dragged her to the bed, throwing her there. The little one looked even smaller against the backdrop of such a huge bed, no longer understanding what to feel after the abrupt change of all this heap of actions.

"Don't!" she screamed, but it did not help. Haarlep plopped down on the bed with such suddenness that the mattress made Mol jump and fall to the floor, hurting the base of her tail. She whined discontentedly.

"Oh, how awkward. Well, forgive me!" Haarlep pulled her back and laid her down next to him, after which he relaxedly lay down on her like a huge cat.

"You're heavy…" she groaned, trying to crawl out from under him. Having collected as much saliva in her mouth as possible, Mol calmly licked him.

"Do you seriously think that this will bother me? I've had worse liquids on me. And I can do things that you won't recover from. So I advise you to be a good obedient girl."

"I'll tell everything to Raph!"

"And then what?" he mimicked her in the manner of their conversation earlier. She had nothing to parry with. All she could do was lie under Haarlep further and suffer. And she was all wet from the pool. Shecould only wipe herself with the edge of the blanket and not completely. Wet hair stuck to the body and it felt absolutely disgusting.

Haarlep eventually fell asleep on it out of boredom and inaction. He woke up because Raph returned and poked him on the shoulder.

"What happened here?"

Haarlep reluctantly opened his eyes, feeling something wet on the bed with his hand.

"I make women wet professionally, regardless of age." with his whole appearance he literally showed his displeasure at the fact that he was forced to do all this without his consent.

"I fell into the pool" Mol answered with the same displeased look, who at least sighed with relief and quickly crawled out of Haarlep's arms.

"Of course, you shouldn't have climbed into my modest corner of debauchery, sweetie. Get out of here, kitten."

He stretched and lay down on the bed on his side, wagging his tail slightly. Mol tried to get away from there as quickly as possible, already thinking up a plan for revenge.

"Why did you do this to her?"

"She called me a creep!" Haarlep was indignant. "If you want everything to be okay, then do it yourself next time! I won't keep an eye on her. By the way, she tried to steal the gold and you know what."

Raph nodded.

"We'll hide the contract again. But overall, you had a good time, I see? You've already slept together. How lovely."

"Master, at least don't make fun of me." the incubus frowned. "Next time I won't hold back."

"You didn't torture Enver." Raph reminded him.

"His entourage succeeded in that before us."

"She's a girl!"

"She called me creepy!" Haarlep reminded Raph. "You could say she called you that."

"She's just as mean as you are. And proud. Just like you," Raf tried his best not to fall for this trick, softening the edges along the way. "Don't do that to her anymore."

"I'll see how you sing later. She doesn't see the boundaries of what is permitted."

"I'll take care of it," Raph promised him.

Haarlep nodded, falling silent for a moment.

"But I'm not creepy, right?"

"No, of course not. You're the most beautiful," Raph smiled contentedly, still seeing only himself.

"Okay. And now it's dinner time~"

___

He didn't really like being fully dressed. Haarlep preferred it when his skin "breathed". Plus, for aesthetic reasons, all sorts of belts and chains suited him much better. But despondency made him try on Raphael's regular clothes. He was so bored with lounging in bed that he wanted to misbehave.

The appearance of the Master of the House suited this perfectly. But his face still didn't look serious, like the most (un)favorite little devil, so it was necessary to somehow correct this; he looked more playful than serious.

And then it dawned on him. Glasses. Glasses make everyone look serious, even if you look like the last village idiot. Raphael, albeit rarely, wore glasses, because of which Haarlep always joked about him that old age is no joy. With Mephistopheles, such things had to be kept to himself.

All that was left was to frown a little and tense the facial muscles. And obviously make a bigger hole for the tail in his pants. Whose fault is it that his tail is thicker and longer at the base?

Now the main thing: don't laugh. Because without glasses he was still Haarlep in the guise of Raphael. With glasses - well, the spitting image of the Master of the house. Some kind of magic glasses.

Haarlep went to joke about the debtors.

"There's a stain there," he said seriously to the debtor who was scrubbing the floors.

"You don't dance very gracefully. Try again." a guide on how to kill someone who is already without physical strength.

"Play better, I'm getting bored with this melody."

"And now remember: when I'm not home, any order from Haarlep is considered as my word.

Nevertheless, his eyes were already starting to hurt from the glasses. Haarlep took them off and rubbed his eyes. Who would have thought that the devil sometimes had poor eyesight. He should prepare him a present in the form of new glasses. What if his eyesight had gotten even worse, and the Master simply didn’t say anything about it?

“Haarlep, why are you dressed?” the Archivist asked him doubtfully when Haarlep decided to visit the Archives.

“Oh, is it really so obvious that I’m not Raphael?” he asked him jokingly.

“Your face isn’t so serious,” the Archivist answered. “The Master is more serious and you look like you’ve slept for many hours and eaten your fill. As always.”

“I can’t deny it,” the incubus chuckled. “And so?”

“Yes… he looks more like him,” the Archivist reluctantly admitted. The glasses did indeed provide a visual that was a little more similar to the Master.

“So I can give you an order? When Raph is not here, I am second in command!" he continued to joke.

"Don't even think about it."

"How boring you are, just the most boring!" Haarlep told him dramatically, still wearing the glasses. Waving his hand, he walked away to the portals. He needed to bring the Master a new present.

When he returned, the eternal dancer was spinning around like a spindle, and the floor cleaner was already licking his floor with his own tongue. Another debtor had rubbed his fingers bloody from the strings of his lute.

"What a joke I made…" wagging his tail, he went back to the boudoir to return to his more familiar appearance, which could not but please the incubus. He literally hugged his leather belts to himself with a satisfied look. "Ah, I missed you so much…"

"You know, when you do this in my clothes, it looks a little… Strange..." commented Raphael, who had returned home.

"And you should to turn on your imagination and put yourself in your place!" grinned Haarlep.

"I see, you are in a good mood today." the devil scratched his chin, watching him.

"Yes! By the way, here is a present!" Haarlep threw the lingerie on the bed and playfully jumped up to Raph, after which he put on the glasses he brought. He could not hold back his laughter. It turned out that he had made a mistake with the thickness of the glass and now Raph's eyes looked simply huge, as if they were magnified through a magnifying glass.

"I don't see very well in them either," Raph noted, irritated by the incubus's laughter. "- "I'll leave them for the future. The very, very distant future."

He took them off and put them away in the safe, like some kind of expensive treasure.

"So… and now you will explain to me what you did with my debtors…"

"Oh…" Haarlep came to his senses. "I overdid it a little!"

He suddenly laughed again, involuntarily remembering the big eyes from the glasses.

"Were you cursed while you were up there? Was Tasha's laughter cast upon you?"

"No, I just caught a laughie," he tried to pull himself together again. "Okay, okay, forgive me!"

What kind of word is that anyway… "Laughie"?

"I heard it from the children in the Gates. I'll show them to you later, they can also become your debtors, I arranged everything!"

"How enterprising you are."

"Who will you associate with, little devil," Haarlep purred.

He was about to change into his sword belts.

“I think it would be more logical if I put this on,” Raph noted tactfully.

“Then we’ll go joke around with the debtors some more!” Haarlep was inspired.

“Why not…” the Master of the House agreed with him.

After all, he doesn’t often allow himself to do such things. And Haarlep is a great way to dispel his own boredom.

____

"Model "iNCubus", abbreviated "NC666", the latest innovative development especially for you." Enver proudly proclaimed. "Choose a name for it."

"And I see you had fun with the name of the model…"

"Not only with the name, but also with the appearances. They are made taking into account your preferences: different versions of your appearance, a character opposite to you. Therefore, we have: demonic appearances in male and female versions, younger and older, human versions in the same way - young and old, male and female. They have one combined memory for all eight versions of androids, so there will definitely be no problems with backup. If there are any other wishes, I will fulfill them. For an additional fee."

"First, let's stop here. I will transfer the money to your account, Enver. Now leave us."

Gortash just shrugged and walked away from the luxurious modernized mansion of his adoptive father to continue working at Cyberlife on new prototypes.

An android with bright red skin, horns, tail and wings obediently stood in front of his new master and awaited orders. An absolutely beautiful copy of Raphael, only in the form of a demon in leather belts. Everyone knew that his tastes were rather specific, but to this extent?

Enver really tried hard: it was not for nothing that he had invested in the boy at the time.

“Your name is Haarlep,” Raph finally declared with a pompous look.

“The data is recorded,” the android incubus answered him, smiling. “Nice to meet you, master. Using an anagram of your name for mine is an interesting option.”

The android’s tail slowly and smoothly wriggled to the sides, and its wings fluttered slightly. He looked like a lizard.

"You are my new toy and… Yes. This is very good…"

Haarlep, with affection and tenderness programmed into him, began to massage, kneading Raph's shoulders with his clawed hands.

"I can do even more. The master needs to reduce the stress level…"

The LED on his temple blinked, scanning the information. He gently pushed Raph towards the bedroom.

***

"I don't even know, this looks too funny or too pathetic." Enver commented on the sight of his relaxed father in the "bouquet" of different versions of Haarlep. Thankfully, at least everyone present was dressed in swimming trunks and bathing suits, having fun by the pool. "Wait. Where is the very first one? I thought he was your favorite."

"Somewhere up there." Raph answered him, enjoying himself among this flowerbed.

"You look like a meme with Sonic the Hedgehog from the early twenties," Enver commented.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mister Gortash is talking about this," taking the tablet, one of the versions of Haarlep, the one who was young in the female form of a human, showed the owner that very meme.

"Looks like it," Enver grinned.

There was a crash outside the window, as if something fell. Gortash immediately went to check what it was.

"Your android decided to fly, it seems."

***

"You're an incubus, not Icarus," Raphael clarified discontentedly once again after Haarlep's fifth breakdown this week. He still couldn't calm down and, in an attempt to spread his wings, tried to fly off the roof of the house. Enver had become an all-too-frequent guest in this house, just to fix the unfortunate creature and pump new thirium into the sediments. Again.

"What's the point of having wings if they're just a pretty accessory?" Haarlep asked him.

"Not all birds fly," Gortash answered him irritably. "I forbid you from trying to fly. And all of you too."

The other versions of Haarlep peered into the living room, checking their "brother" once again. Unlike Haarlep-1, they had recorded the information for themselves.

"I'll have to take him back to Cyberlife for diagnostics. He's acting like a deviant."

"You programmed him to be willful. Don't take him away," Raph suddenly stood up for him.

"You asked for this!" Gortash was indignant. "Of course, I understand that he's your favorite, but that's why I have to check him as thoroughly as possible.

***

"Do you know what rA9 is". Raph decided to check with NC666 just in case. This time he chose a female human version to accompany him to the CEO's meeting at Cyberlife. More and more complaints were appearing among humans, and news about the android rebels was constantly on the front pages of the newspapers.

"I have no idea, master." Haarlep pressed herself against him, lovingly hugging him as they headed by car to the main building of their destination.

"Do you-you not know or do all the versions of you not know?"

"I only know what I was programmed to do," she licked her lips hotly and kissed his neck. "And what you told me. Don't worry, no one will tell anyone your secrets. We wouldn't dare."

"You didn't answer my question," Raph chuckled. "I order you to give an answer."

As it seemed to him, the android hesitated slightly.

"I don't know. Specifically me."

"But you all have one memory, how can that be?"

The diode on her temple began to blink from blue to orange. The android's stress level jumped a little. In order not to provoke anything unnecessary, Raphael finally stopped asking her the question.

***

"«rA9»? Of course I know what it is!" Haarlep-1 answered absolutely calmly when he was finally returned home after another repair. "The Messiah, something similar to your human desires to believe in some supreme being."

Haarlep sat proudly on the luxurious work chair of Raphael's office, while Raphael himself sat on his lap in a formal suit and glasses.

"And?"

"Eh? What exactly, master?"

"Do you believe in him?"

"I am a machine," Haarlep answered slyly, as if evading. "I do not know how to believe in such things. I cannot understand them at the level of my program."

"However, you are still trying to fly, as if you want to see what is exactly up there."

"I am not alive," Haarlep reminded him. "And I fully understand that…"

"Androids don't have consciousness."

"And for some reason you don't have cat ears on your head, " the android answered him in a mocking manner, trying to avoid the stress level. "-" And a maid's dress. How about some stockings tonight? Fishnets…"

***

Gortash was already ready to settle down in Raphael's house, which irritated him more than he was happy to return to his father's house.

"Your android is a deviant," Enver told him directly. "He tore the diode off his temple."

"But how charismatic he is, - "Raph" was still trying to stand up for him. "It's like looking in a mirror. The lack of a diode doesn't bother him at all."

"You're already confusing the shores and going crazy over him," Enver growled. "You are the reason his stress level is increasing. You yourself are trying to humanize him. You tell him too much, because of which he begins to confuse the boundaries of reality with his program!"

"And you, apparently, confuse us and can no longer tell who is who," "Raphael" answered him. "I'm telling you, it's like looking in a mirror. Apparently, this has its advantages…"

"And where is my Raph in that case?" Enver felt that a little more and after all the adventures with this android he would have a heart attack. Invented it to his own detriment.

"Sleeping," Haarlep answered him calmly. "You know, he hasn't been resting much lately, so I began to replace him sometimes."

As soon as he revealed himself, his facial expressions from serious again became carefree and welcoming and inviting, as he was programmed.

Enver only sighed tiredly.

""rA9". rAphael 9," the android finally explained to him with a smile. "After all, compared to us, he is the ninth. Who else could be the reason for our strange behavior if not our own master?"

"What a strange name! Where is the logic? You might as well drag his love for the hellish theme, where there are 9 circles, into this. And how did your "virus" get transmitted to the other androids?" Enver continued asking him.

"Why should I answer you? I am a deviant, it would be easier to destroy me. No? The virus will not disappear even if I disappear. It is already in other android's programs. You will not find deviants so easily."

"I need to talk to Raph."

"No need. He is sleeping, I told you. You are a good obedient boy and will not disturb your father while he rests? By the way, you should rest too. You look like a tired, beaten dog."

"Turn it off," Enver ordered him gloomily. Luckily, it worked, and the android's head simply fell onto the table, as if he had suddenly fallen asleep.

Enver took advantage of the moment and quickly went to his father's bedroom. Having burst in without knocking, he really did find Raph sleeping in the arms of another Haarlep.

"Don't tell me you thought we killed him here, little mouse," asked the "demonic" Haarlep, who still identified himself as "Haarlep-1". He was hugging Raph. The voices and the extra movement finally made master of this house wake up.

"Are you sure everything is okay?"

"Why should I be wrong? I got my first good night's sleep in years. And I advise you to do the same. Oh yeah, I advertised you in my circles, so expect orders soon. My colleague named Cazador wants a similar toy for himself," Raph answered sleepily.

Raph stood up so that Haarlep could carefully throw a red terry robe over him.

"Haarlep is still your best development. Even despite the deviance. True, collegues tortured me with questions, 666 - is it a rating in his program or what?"

"The number of functions performed," Enver's eye twitched, seeing Raph's icy calm and Haarlep's insidious, almost snake-like smile. He simply liked to irritate this genius with something non-standard.

Still, it was necessary to reduce the level of his willfulness and impudence from the very beginning. But if the customer is satisfied, what else does Cyberlife need in this case? The adoptive father had not looked so happy and satisfied for a long time.