You're a demon. Probably loyal, I was loyal. But being alive, that meant more than everything else I might have done. Sure, you kill the kid? Then what? You have two choices at that point. Hide in hell where no one ever actually wants to be, or jump from body to body hoping they never find you. But they will. Their magic, their various abilities? And you're what...a demon, a run of the mill, bog standard, demon. Oh, and I'll be helping them. You ever heard stories of my knife, and what it does to demons. Or the Colt. Heard of the Colt?