What in the world....

"So, what do you want to show me this time, Demonica?" The white winged angel floated in the void of thought speaking to the disembodied voice that is always there. She got the impression of laughter before the voice spoke, "Seeing as how you will start remembering these conversions; how about we start with your mother? Maybe it will change your mind about leaving, little one." "I doubt it." The impression of laughter started again, "What else would you do?" The angel frowned and crossed her arms, "Well, seeing as I have so much choice anyway." With the impression of an eye roll the blackness changed, "There are always choices, just not always the ones we want."