“Wh-What do you want from me?” squeaked Sam in a meek, feminine voice.
“You? I don't want anything with you!” laughed Tim. He was honestly a bit surprised at the evil sound of his
own voice. Was this whole demoness thing starting to affect him mentally, too? Best get the mission over with
quickly and hope that devil he'd met would be true to his word to release him after this.
“I am your servant,” chirped Sam, bowing low to the pavement.
“Look here, stop that!” commanded Tim. “You look ridiculous.”
Sam obediently complied.
“I'm not interested in you,” said Tim. “I'm on a mission, and you just got in my way. You can go off now.”
“Mistress Tammy, I cannot leave your side,” said Sam. She attempted to curtsey, now that bowing had been
forbidden. It came off looking even more ridiculous than the bow, what with Sam still wearing the vastly
oversized male clothes from earlier.
“What do you mean you can't leave my side?” snapped Tim. “Look, I don't want your help. I don't need your
help. I don't... hell, I don't even know what exactly I'm supposed to do. Somehow corrupt Evelyn, I guess.”
“Mistress, who is Evelyn?” asked Sam.
“A boy I used to be,” answered Tim.
“Evelyn isn't a boy's name!” giggled Sam.
“Fine, call her Tim then,” snapped Tim impatiently. “Great Satan, just shut up and lemme think!”
Waitaminute, thought Tim. That last sentence of his hadn't come out right. He hadn't meant to say, “Great
Satan.” He was going to say, “Good God” but in a very casual, secular sense. Only something had censored the
words just before they left his lips. He was different mentally now. Apparently as an infernal creature of
darkness, Tim was now forbidden to say certain things.
“Oh, this isn't good,” he sighed. “I've got a very bad feeling about all this, Sam.”
“Mistress, I will follow you anywhere and do your bidding,” said Sam. “I know you will be victorious against
your enemies. Please, let me help you. Give me your orders.”
“Fine,” sighed Tim. “Help me come up with a plan to corrupt 'Tim' and condemn him to an eternity in the fiery
bowels of Hell.”
What next?