A Demon’s Kiss
she tells me lightly, the tears once streaking down her face now dried.
"Why do you look like me?" I fold my arms over my chest, eyeing her up and down. Almost everything looks exactly like me. This cannot be a coincidence.
"It's the only way Kastriv would take me seriously. I needed him to find you," she explains, rubbing her hands together.
I let that information wash over me. What other forms can this spirit take for the purpose of communication?
"What do you need to tell me?"
"Atari has a terrible plan to kill all Demon's, including you." The spirit takes a step forward, but I flinch back.