Description: Chapter One Paradise Lost How come that stupid bird is green?" Ted asked. "Is it sick?" No, it's just too small to manage a better color," Monica said. "Children!" Surprise exclaimed. "Don't tease the pet peeve." "Aw, why not?" Ted asked. "It's just a dumb cluck." "It can't understand a thing we say," Monica agreed. Surprise Golem was babysitting the half-demon children, Demon Ted and DeMonica. Her husband and parents were away, scouting for a suitable home for the new family. With her magic talents she could handle the children, but they were trying to set off the peeve. That was mischief. The peeve eyed Ted. "Your father can't get out of bed. Want to know why?" It spoke in Ted's voice. Ted swelled up indignantly, but the peeve was already eyeing Monica. "Your mother slithers on her belly," it said with her voice. Monica opened her mouth angrily. "Because it may tease you back," Surprise said. "And nothing teases worse than the peeve." But the battle was fairly started. "I know why he can't get out of bed," Ted said. "It's because Mom keeps him there, blissed out, so he won't be in the way." "And how does she do that, you ignorant juvenile crossbreed?" the peeve demanded insolently. "Don't try to answer that!" Surprise said. "Why not?" Ted asked. "Because of the Adult Conspiracy, dummy," Monica informed him. "You're only ten years old." "Well so are you, double dummy!" "Children, don't fight," Surprise said. "It's no shame to be ten. I was ten once." "But you outgrew it," Monica said. "And so will you, in a few more years." It was tricky keeping a lid on it, because both children knew more of the dread Conspiracy than they admitted, because of their half-demon heritage and suspiciously tolerant parents. Surprise didn't want to get blamed for a violation. She was babysitting them because their parents were busy elsewhere and few others could handle them. The two children were not related, but were like mischievous siblings with special powers. They were indeed ten years old, but often acted half that age, reveling in their childishness. "Yeah, I guess so," Ted agreed, grudgingly satisfied. But the peeve wasn't satisfied. "That leaves your mother, who can't stand on her own two feet," it said in Monica's voice. That was one of its annoying properties: it borrowed the voice of the one it was with, or whoever it was addressing, so that it seemed to third parties that the victimized person was talking. That could be distinctly awkward at times. "That's because she's a naga," Monica said. "Nagas don't have feet in their natural forms." The peeve opened its beak, ready to set the children off again. It lived to insult people, and the angrier it made them, the more satisfied it was. It had finally found a home here because Surprise's father was Grundy Golem, the only one who could match the irascible bird insult for insult. The two got along well. But the last thing she wanted was to have the two half-demons getting into a contest with the bird. The Adult Conspiracy was bound to get tweaked if not outright abused. "Let's tell a story," Surprise said. Children always liked stories. "About the Adult Conspiracy." Oops; she had meant to name some safe minor adventure, but her nervousness about the Conspiracy had made her misspeak. "I mean-" "Yes, let's!" both children exclaimed, picking up on it instantly. "With every dirty detail," Ted concluded. "No, I meant not about it," Surprise said desperately. "You said, you said!" Monica chimed. "Now we have to have it. Exactly how does it work?" They were really trying to get her in trouble, and knew how to do it. How could she handle this? "It's not as if it is any mystery," the peeve said with a superior tone that was also Surprise's voice. "All that is required is for the man to take the woman and-" "Don't you dare!" Surprise said, conjuring a black hood that dropped over the bird's head and muffled it. "!" the peeve swore, the badness stifled by the hood. It flapped its wings, lifted into the air, did a loop, and dropped the hood to the floor, where it faded out. It opened its beak again. "If you say one bad word, I'll lock you in a soundproof birdcage," Surprise warned it. "You wouldn't dare, you uppity wench!" A birdcage appeared next to the bird. It had thick sound-absorbent curtains. The peeve reconsidered. It had brushed with Surprise before, and learned that she could do just about anything once. If she abolished the birdcage, she would not be able to conjure it again. But she could conjure a very similar one, or a bandanna knotted about its beak, or a cloud of sneeze powder that would prevent its talking for several moments and some instants left over. Her magical ability was limited only by her imagination. She was in fact uncomfortably close to being Sorceress level, and might one day be recognized as such when she perfected her ability. That was why she was able to handle the demon children, and they too knew it. "No bad words, harridan," the bird agreed, disgruntled. "Idea!" Ted exclaimed, a bulb flashing brightly over his head. "Have the peeve tell about the Adult Conspiracy." Oh, no-they were back on that. No amount of magic could handle that violation if it happened. She had to change the subject in a hurry. But for the moment her mind was distressingly blank. Monica clapped her hands. "I thought you were out of ideas, Ted, but that's a good one." "It is not a good idea," Surprise said. "The peeve can't speak a sentence without insulting someone." But the children knew they were onto something. "Is that true, birdbrain?" Ted asked. "No, poop head. I just don't care to waste opportunity. I can cover every detail of the Adult Conspiracy without uttering a bad word." "Wonderful!" Monica said. "No you don't!" Surprise said. "I'll make a laryngitis spell." "Awww," the children said together. "I can tell about it without violating it," the peeve insisted. "See-the bird's reformed," Ted said eagerly. "Under a pig's tail," the peeve said. "I'll never reform." "But you can really annoy Surprise if you make good on your pledge," Monica said with a canny glance. "No bad words, no violation, but you cover the subject and she can't stop you." The peeve received her glance and sent it back. "You're not half as stupid as I took you for, Harmonica." "That's DE-Monica, greenface. As in Demon-ica." "Ick," the bird agreed. "So it's decided," Ted said. "The bird sings." Surprise hesitated. The three were ganging up on her, but she was curious how the peeve could do what it said, and maybe it would help get them through until some more innocent distraction turned up. "Very well. But the rules will be strictly enforced." "Absolutely, honey-pie," the bird agreed with her voice. But there was a shiftiness about its wings that suggested it was going to try to get away with something. The children sat on the floor facing the peeve's perch. Surprise set about making a snack for them all, but she kept a close ear on the bird. Nothing daunted it except a direct enforceable threat. "Long ago and far away," the peeve said, "there was no such thing as the Adult Conspiracy. People summoned storks freely and no one cared. Children knew all about it, and watched when they wanted to. That was how they learned how to do it. But then confounded civilization arrived and messed up the natural order. Adults started concealing it, and setting other ridiculous rules such as not letting children hear the most effective words. It seems the adults were jealous of the carefree life of children, so decided to keep interesting things away from them." "Hear hear," Ted agreed. Surprise did not see it quite the same way, but as long as the bird

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