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demons.”
    He broke into a winsome smile
and unfolded his arms. “Yes! That I do. And I do that very
well. I have made quite a number of demons now, and the quality of
my demons is exceptional. I'll even throw in a few additional demon
powers, all free of charge. This is just a one time offer. So, what
do you say? This offer expires upon your death, which is like—”
He glanced at his diamond watch and gasped. “Now. It's your
choice, Charlene. Death or demon.” Kron rocked back on his
heels and waited.
    Charlene stared up at those
flaming red eyes, and saw the werewolf attack being replayed starkly
and all too clearly through the flames. She saw every bloody,
gruesome detail of her death. She saw the rogue werewolf lunge at
her, its lethal claws and jaws aimed for her heart and throat. She
saw the spray of her own arterial blood painting the wall behind her
bright crimson as she fell. She heard her sister's anguished
screams, and saw the wolf spin round to attack Charlotte.
Charlotte's bloodstained fists and bleeding limbs were flailing and
weakening through the blur of black fur and glinting teeth. A mist
of blood rained down on the scene and the wolf and her sister sank
into the sea of red. The red flickered and glowed into leaping
flames, and Charlene stumbled back with a gasp. The pain in her
broken chest was sharp and piercing. She had fallen under the
werewolf's jaws and had failed to protect Charlotte. She had left
her younger sister all alone, frightened and hurt. The rogue was
attacking Charlotte! She had to go back, go back and protect
Charlotte!
    And she couldn't do that if
she was dead.
    Kron took a step closer to her
and she jerked her head up. Her face was reflected in his gleaming
eyes, and as his fingers lightly skimmed over her cheek, she saw her
skin grow back and her wounds knit seamlessly together until her face
was whole again. She was no longer a monstrosity, a mutilated dead
thing barely held together by stringy, shredded skin. Her blond hair
grew back, a shiny bob over her head. The color returned to her
round cheeks and her green eyes sparked to life.
    At the same time that Charlene
raised a hand to her face, Kron removed his fingers from her face.
In a rush, the mended Charlene melted away, leaving her back where
she was. In tatters and in pieces. Broken and dead.
    She caught a glimpse of her
half-eaten face, her bloodied scalp and her bulging, horrified eyes
just as Kron stepped back and the flames flared back up in his eyes
to obscure her grotesque reflection from her.
    “ Make your choice,
Charlene. What do you want to be?” the demon lord asked.
    Dead, or demon.
    Charlene thought of Charlotte,
and a faint memory of the Enforcers from the Paranormal Affairs
Council (PAC) patrolling the streets and protecting the civilians of
New Moon City rose in her mind. She had the sudden conviction that
the Enforcer who had rushed into the alley and whose voice she had
heard last calling for help through the radio static was a demon
Enforcer. If demons could be good, then—
    Charlene squared her shoulders
and flashed her biggest, brightest smile, even though her facial
muscles twitched and protested, and more of her skin tore and flaked
off. “Let's do this, Mr Kron. Make me over.” She
spread out her shaking arms. “Make me a demon!”
    Kron's eyes glittered as the
fires died down in his eyes, leaving just glowing coals. With a
flourish, he snatched a large makeup palette out of the shadows and
twirled it atop one finger. Charlene saw all shades of dried blood
on the palette, and kept the smile plastered on her face through
sheer, stubborn willpower.
    “ As you wish, Charlene,
I will Make you a demon. But let me warn you.” He leaned in
close to her ear, making her shudder. “It ain't pretty, and it
sure ain't painless.”
    With that, he gave her a wink
and a shove. Charlene let out a scream as the shadows receded and
she found herself swaying and wobbling on the very edge of a
precipice,