The demon had an extensive collection of highly detailed statuary, mostly fine marble, accented with precious stones and gold. “This woman wished to be young and beautiful forever,” he said, chuckling. “This youth asked never to know the touch of want or hunger again. Ah, and the prince over there requested that he never make a wrong or foolish choice again.”
“You seem to be suggesting that humans are always better off dead, or at least in oblivion,” I protested.
The demon waited, watching me with dark eyes.
My gaze fell. “I have come to make a wish,” I said.
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