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And somewhere downstairs, our three-year-old demon son was using his telekinesis to build a fort out of sofa cushions and infernal flame, giggling maniacally.

“You’re the only one here not pretending,” she said. Her voice was a low, gravelly purr, like a vintage motorcycle engine. “No aura of desperation. No pleas to Asmodeus for a promotion. Just… calm. Stupid, blissful calm.” And somewhere downstairs, our three-year-old demon son was

No phone number. Just a single symbol that looked like a stylized eye. And somewhere downstairs