The demon appeared inside the drawn circle.
"So puny mortal-"
The demon stopped, and looked down at the small child wrapped in rags at the man's feet.
"Ah, your daughter is sick? A common-"
"She's not my daughter."
The demon tilted his head, his next question dripping with distaste.
"No, she's just a child who came to me for help."
"You're selling your soul for a life you barely know?"
"If you can help someone, you should."
The angel dropped the demon disguise, annoyed that for the first time in 2000 years someone actually earned a miracle.