She follows you home.

“Oh, this is my train.” You say and flash her a smile. A move you have used many times before to end a situation, though never to a demon.

She smiles, and with a wave of her hand all traces of demon-ness are covered by a smart looking burgundy business suit, boots, and a rather stylish hat. “Then I should come with you. I’d love to see your place.” She offers you her arm to hold for the train ride after firmly gripping the metal pole on the train and setting her feet in a rather imposing manner. “Here, take my arm.” A very gentlemanly gesture, you take the offered arm and as she pulls it in to her side you feel locked in place, as if not even the train crashing could take you from her.

She is solid as a rock for the entire ride. The two of you don’t talk but every time you glance at her face, she is smiling sweetly and looking at you with the eyes of a love struck teen. The train finally reaches you stop and you head up and out for the short walk home. The two of you have a bit of small talk on the way and even stop at a little pub for a single beer so you can chat some more.

Suddenly a bit later she drops a bombshell, “I have been listening and watching you a while now. I can magically tell the truth of any statement, though not why the person is lying. I can also see and to a point unravel spells and illusions. This you isn’t really you. I don’t know why, how, or who made the change, but this is not how you were born and all your memories are crafted by magic.”

“What?” You say, your head starts spinning. The knowledge tries to unravel the spells, but they hold strong. You can tell she isn’t lying.

“If you want I can take you to people that might be able to undo the magic, but it will be costly, and for all we know, you cast the spells yourself. My assessment of your magical ability is accurate. You are or perhaps were, very powerful, though I have no way of knowing if you knew how to tap into any of it. I’m happy to help if you want, as long as I get to fuck your sexy magical self that is. Or if you think you made the change yourself, it is a lot of magic that you might not be able to do again. Your choice.” With that she stands up, offers her hand and asks, “So shall we go get our fuck on?”