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didn't I think of that?”
    Let me say this: I would never and will never switch over to the demon side, even if I could have the world at my beck and call. For this demon to even suggest it makes my skin crawl and my blood boil.
    Demons, just like their lord Satan, use big words and analogies as weapons to distract the weak-minded, thinking they can just talk themselves into a body or out of a deathly situation while promising their foes fame and fortune. They like to try and butter up their opponent to see if they'll let down their defenses, only to snap them in half as soon as the deception works. They try outsmarting their enemies, human or not, for their own personal gain. Cruel deception runs through their veins, endless suffering of mankind is their drug, and pain is the fuel that keeps their black hearts thumping.
    There's been a few Silver Mortals over the years that have fallen for their lies, only to be carried down to Hell. Luckily for me I harbor a very stubborn and insensitive selective hearing. There's nothing this demon can say to get me to switch teams. But I have to admit that pretending to be interested is a lot of fun, my own little game I can play against them. I love screwing around with these guys; I also love to annihilate them in the process.
    “We'd make a great team, Gracen,” he says.
    “How do you know my name?” I ask suspiciously, my skin now itching with curiosity.
    He hesitates before answering, “That...doesn't matter. All I know is that together we could take down the mortal world, turning them into our slaves. You are better than they are. I can see it, that darkness around you .  Y ou are powerful and they are scum.”
    What darkness does he keep talking about? He has obviously gotten me confused with another Eagle , though there isn't any Silver Mortal's near the city .  T hat I knew of, anyway.
    “You can have anything you want,” he whispers, cutting into my wondering thoughts.
    Placing a hand on my hip I ask, “So you're saying that if I join your ranks of sinister evils I'll be able to have anything I want, such as mansions, cars, and a harem of sex slaves in my bedroom?” Yeah, spreading it on thick and nasty.
    His lips curl into a sneer. “Yes. Anything you want, Gracen. Fame. Fortune. Men, or women...or both . We could rule over this planet and all the disgusting human race. And the ones that do not comply, we simply erase.”
    “As in kill ?”
    He nods. “If the humans do not obey us, they don't deserve to live.”
    “You know,” I say, dropping my hand from my hip. “What you're saying sounds pretty good to me...but there's one teensy-weensy problem.”
    “Tell me. Whatever the problem is we can fix it.” He leans his elbows on the desk, resting his chin on top of his huge entwined hands. I know he thinks he has his hooks in me, but I'm about to burst his delusional bubble.
    “I'm human,” I tell him matter-of-fact. He lets out a harsh cackle.
    “Yes, I know, but you are a Touched human. Like I said, you are better than them,” he tells me, still in persuasion mode. “Why do you risk your life for these pathetic beings?”
    He stands up and I'm amazed at his girth and height. He has to weigh over three hundred pounds and is way over six feet tall. In the back of my mind a tiny voice tells me that he's going to be a little tougher to knock down, but that thought only fuels me. Challenges me. The taste of battle is on the tip of my tongue and my heart is thundering with sharp expectancy.
    “Look, I'm done playing games,” I tell him boldly, lifting my chin in defiance. “And I think I'll pass on the whole world at my beck and call thing.”
    “I just don't get it!” he explodes, his tone wet with aggravation. “You put your very life on the line for weak, puny, fragile humans that you don't even know! Why do you live your life protecting beings that, if the tables were turned, would never return the favor?”
    “Because,” I say softly, seriously,