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"Whatever."

"It has a name."

"So does mildew. I don't care."

"Oh!" Poppy gasped. "So that means..." I braced myself. "I wasn't overlooked."

"...What?"

"I thought the magic skipped me." Her smile practically radiated through the forest. "But it didn't." She clapped her hands together. "I got my own demon!"

I nearly walked into a tree. "...I beg your pardon?"

"I wasn't left out after all."

"No."

"Everybody else got wings and tails and magic."

"...Apparently."

"And I got you!"

"I am not yours."

She waved a dismissive hand. "Details."

"They are not details."

"They kind of are."

"I am an infernal entity."

"I know."

"I have existed longer than your species has possessed words to count the years."

"That's impressive."

"I am feared across realms."

"Mhm."

"I am not a consolation prize."

She hummed thoughtfully. "I think you're underselling yourself."

That was... unexpected. I wasn't entirely certain how to respond to that. Fortunately, she rescued me from having to.

"So..." she said brightly, "what can you do?"

"Many things."

"Like?"

"I can summon hellfire."

"Oh."