“You humans think you are far cleverer than you actually are.” Priti sniffed.

I chortled to myself. Demonics held powers that bent natural laws but they had a tough time handling positive emotions. Things like hope, love, compassion and joy usually resulted in confusion. I don’t know where they got the reputation for being mischevious though. Maybe from people like me. Or maybe I got stuck with a demonic dullard.

My eyes darted to the hunched over form on top of the door. Sitting up there, she looked like a tiny gargoyle. “Hey, Priti. You do have a sense of humor, don’t you?”

She hissed and stuck her tongue out at me, a thin straight tube as long as one of her arms. “Of course I do, I pride myself on it.”

“Then why do you always seem so irritated?”

“Because you are irritating. I can’t believe I was traded to you for a goose! I am worth far more than some stupid bird!”

“To be fair that goose had a lot of sentimental value.”

“To whom?” She retorted.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side now?”

“No.”