Seraphina chuckled softly, and tilted her head forward in a conspiratorial way. "We're not people," she whispered, as if this was some big secret. Then she leaned back and gently smoothed the child's hair out. She did not care for the way it felt to touch her, but was unwilling to let the powers of another demon overcome her own will. "When my little girl was about your age, we had a game we liked to play," she said. As a matter of fact, she and her children had many games they liked to play, each one worst than the last. But some were better suited to a little girl.
"My daughter, my Abigail, she would run through the square screaming and crying for help, insisting that someone was trying to hurt her mama. Big men like to play the hero-" Ha, that was an understatement, and especially in 17th century Italy. "And she would find one to come and save me. And when she had lured him somewhere, we would overpower him and my Abigail would practice her magics on him." Seraphina smiled bright. "It was an educational sort of game, but a fun one nonetheless."