Chapter 262: Demonicon

My stomach heaved as I landed on my hands and knees on a hard stone floor, the deep crimson of the rock suddenly wet with the contents of my stomach. Luckily there wasn't much to come up, but I still expected to see fluttering, brightly winged insects fly out of my mouth.

My eyes flickered over the hands supporting me, taking a long moment to register the color of my skin and nails. Where was my pale complexion? The sideways crescent moon scar on my left hand where I'd been stepped on with a soccer cleat? Long, dark brown nails and red tinted skin replaced the lightly freckled and well-gnawed reality I was used to.

I sat back and looked up, groggy and confused, just as a portly demon bent down in front of me, a huge smile on his round face.

"Hello, Sydlynn," Theridialis said. "Well done, my dear."

I gaped at him, wiping at the string of drool left over from upchucking. "Hi," I managed.

He offered one hand, straightening to his full height, still smiling. "Come on, then," he said.