"Do you still want me to finish your spell?" asked Selmora, moving like a wisp of smoke in the now pitch-black room.
Amos placed his sword on the table next to the black book, which was currently closed.
"I have to finish it," said Amos, sitting down in a chair and opening his spell book.
Selmora transformed into a beautiful girl with long hair, moving gracefully to close the book. "You have me. You don't need that book," she whispered.
Amos stared at Selmora. Even though he was now used to the demon, every time he saw her beautiful curves, he couldn't look for long and had to look away.
Selmora moved closer to Amos, hugging him from behind. "You know what will happen, right? You're really going to do it?"
Amos was silent for a moment. Selmora had explained everything to him.
"The king has a powerful spirit that protects his soul. The spirit that Bertha, your mother, planted. It protects him from poison and all the bad things aimed at him. Your spell actually weakens it..."
