She wasn’t human. How could she be? She had to be a demon.

“Not possible!” His voice cracked as he spoke. “You’ve never tried to change the world, the world’s state has been the same for a hundred years!” He felt as though he were going to burst into tears in front of this woman—no, this girl—that was questioning him so viciously. She greeted his comment with a shuddering chuckle before responding.

“What makes you so sure I’ve been around for less than a hundred years?” Her voice took on the tone of someone who suffers fools begrudgingly. “I’ve been around much longer than you have, and I’ve only managed minute changes in the way this world is run. Do you really think you can change the world in the ninety years you have?”

“No,” he whispered. She was young! She couldn’t have been fifteen. Why was she scaring him like this? She smirked.

“I frighten you because you realize I’m your superior. Looks are decieving. You’ve just met the highest tangible authority, and I can have your neck snapped in a moment.”