…and then the child was dead. Her mother said it would be easy. Mother was always right; even when she wasn’t, it was Lo’s job to make her right. So, Lo tried, tried very hard, staring at the little corpse, to pretend it was easy.
Her demon grunted:
“You have to let go.”
She shivered.
“You’ve already killed it,” added the whispering thing from the unseen. The demon whispered on, “It would be a shame to back out now. Worse of both worlds. You’ve no place in Heaven anymore, so it’s your choice: a mistress of Hell, or its slave.”
Tale Told 
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