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You go into the changing booth and begin taking off your pants to try something on, when suddenly you hear. "Well, well, well. Isn't this interesting." You look around and see no one, then look in the mirror and see the demon standing there. You jump in surprise, pulling your pants up. "Wha... what do you want!?" you say, your fear level rising to max in a moments notice.
"Seems like you managed to... find a loophole out of your... condition." he says slowly, looking at you with unblinking eyes and examining you. "Color me impressed."
"Uh... yeah," you say, backing away, pushing on the door a little, planning on making a swift retreat. The door doesn't budge. "Oh, going somewhere?" the demon says, "A bit rude after I came all this way." You gulp, the demon moves in the mirror toward the frame, then steps through as if it was just air.
"And it seemed you picked up a... is that a curse?" he looks amused. You gulp again. "And it's your own? Hard to tell if you are some sort of prodigy, or just possessed of dumb luck." He approaches closer. "Wait... you said you'd leave us alone." you say, thinking back to your last exchange.
"Well, I said I would leave your friends alone." says the Demon, "You are a little grey area in that exchange," he reaches out into the air and pinches at something, and pulls it. You see what looks like a little blue butterfly of light materialize between his fingers. "Oh, that is precious," he says, examining it and putting it in his palm where it's wings flutter "Such a gentle little thing, no malice or ill intent at all."
"I'm not sure what that means." you say, unsure how this... conversation is going. "Oh, you haven't figured that out?" says the demon, a half smile on it's lips. "A curse is supposed to be malicious to have any effect, and you are a demon... were a demon... without a malicious bone in your body. This is little more then a tame little pet." He runs a finger over it gently. "I am sorely tempted to keep it, but... possession is 9/10th of the law as you mortals say."
"Well, you are welcome to have it," you say, hoping that his interest in it overrides any interest he may have in you.
"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of depriving you of this little cutie." he leans over it. "Fly back now," he tells it. He blows on it, and the blue color changes, turning purple before the butterfly takes off, though now it's wings are beating somewhat more aggressively. It flutters around you before suddenly dive bombing you, seemingly bursting as it comes in contact with you. You catch sight of what appears to be a red streak shoot out, like a light on a wire that races out the booth.
"Did you just do something?" you ask, scared. The demon just smirks, and turns around, walking back into the mirror. "Say hello to Angela when she get's here." he says, before vanishing from sight. The door suddenly opens against your weight and you fall out the booth. You pick yourself up and run for the exit, forgetting about getting anything new.
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