I gaped at Meira for a minute, her demon form taking me by surprise. Not that I didn't grow up with her red-tinted skin, thick, black nails and cute little horns peeking out of her hair, but it had been a while and she was so...

Mature.

Being on Demonicon aged her, took her lovely, sweet features and rounded them up at least a decade, if not more. She looked as old as me, though there were eight years between us. I took her offered hand, a little surprised to see my own ...