Kelly looked at her reflection in the wardrobe mirror and grinned to herself. Yes, this was what she wanted. She didn't want to be anything or anyone human, at least not anymore. Oh, sure, it was still Kelly. Anyone that knew her would recognize her. But she was a kelly with a pair of obvious cute fangs and sharper teeth. A kelly with a pointed tongue, sticking it out revealing that it was a good foot or so (though it fit in her mouth without trouble). It was an almost younger and more innocent looking Kelly with poutier and cuter lips stained a bit darker blue than her skin, with cuter cheekbones, a bit of baby fat, and a more perfectly shaped nose. It was an Amy with larger eyes, pupils red slits, irises glowing a baleful ice-blue in a sea of black. It was an Amy that looked like an imp. That felt like an imp. That was an imp. She knew it in her bones, in her, well, what passed for a soul now, that she was a demonic creature. And she loved it.
Turning, she glanced swiftly around, seeking something to complete the change. instinct told her that she must accept this, body, mind and ...well what remained of her soul but that she had to pledge herself and her being to the infernal powers. Swiftly her memories of Katie, of her family and friends were changing ... she began to see them not as loved ones necessarily, but fun targets and potential souls to convert. The thought of Katie, her former daughter, becoming a mischievous imp like her was most tantalizing. Yes, she'd do just that, once she was sure and certain none of these pesky other things would try to change her to something else ... or worse change her back.
"Blech, who would wanna be hu-man like that!" Kelly thought. Her sneakers squished with a slight softness on the floor as she crept around and then she saw what she was looking for. A perfectly circular space with shelves all around. Grabbing a piece of chalk, the new imp began making a runic circle in the center of the floor. She drew circles, stars, shapes, things in a language no human should understand but spoke of purely demonic origin. When she was done she had a perfect summoning circle. Tossing the chalk aside, Kelly stepped into the center and knelt. She closed her baleful eyes and concentrated, willing away what feeble remainder of her former life remained. She thought only of mischief, of magic, of being an imp.
"I am Kelly .....Kel...lei......Kel'leh....Kel'lath...." The slow shifting of her name from her own tongue symbolized the true end. Suddenly her eyes flashed open, and the true magic of an imp was imparted into the tiny demonic creature. Kelly was no more....Kel'lath grinned and ...