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I don't care any more. I've thrown away my standards and I've sunk to the lowest level a demon can get. But I don't care. I'm having much more fun with this little boy than I've had in a thousand years.

I know who killed his mother. I saw them do it. Then I ate the poor woman's soul. 

I feel awful now. And I'm making it right by helping her son.

But it's not just that. It's something else. Every time he smiles--when he even looks at me--my heart aches. Is this what humans do to each other? Hurt with their eyes? I realise now I never really understood them before I took this form. It is both tearfully painful and blissfully wonderful. 

This is what I want to do. Be with him. Help him. Protect him from the evil that killed his mother and threatens him now.

It's an hour before we reach the run-down yard at the other side of town. When I stop, our laughter stops. He's suddenly deadly serious. Silent. This means so much to him. 

I usher him behind a wall, where we can watch workmen enter and exit through the huge iron gate. 

"This is the place. I'll point him out to you when he passes."

He nods, tense. 

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