Die now, or in a few years—losing not only your life, but also your soul? A choice, if you can call it that… especially when a little one is growing under your heart. I had to bargain with the horned one. To him—light of my soul and his grandson, to my son—a happy, long life with Grandpa the demon, and to me—new life in a new body and a dragon. But there’s no dragon? Well, what if there are few of them and they’re annoying! No elves with werewolves for me. No dwarves either! A demon? Need to think… I thought! Better a dragon!