"You foolish girl; why would I want to be a pet to a demon??" she exclaimed, realizing Amora had called her bluff.<br/><br/>"I wish ..." she put her hand around her necklace, apparently a wish charm that granted wishes, but always at a price.  With every wish that Penelope made, from wherever she had received the charm, she lost a memory.  A precious memory, for all her life, would be lost while she continued to use the dark powers.<br/><br/>"I wish for Screwtape to be so powerful that all the powers of darkness would be ..."<br/><br/>But before she could finish her sentence, a portal arose from the small amount of ground available on top of the mountain.  From the portal, a black arm reached out and grabbed both the pendant of Penelope and the cage that Screwtape was currently living in.<br/><br/>"Not today ... you shall not have unlimited powers, Penelope ..."  a voice boomed.  The hands removed themselves back into the portal, door like entrance to worlds unseen.  Before closing, however, Screwtape, healed and better than ever - bigger then ever.  His countenance had been transformed.  He was no longer a bumbling foolish Scewtape; deep furrows were in his brow.<br/><br/>"First, I shall deal with you" as he bent down and grabbed Penelope in his hands.<br/><br/>"I am now a god; and almost no angels of heaven are powerful enough to defeat me."  Reaching out his arms, Penelope hung over the precipice of the cliff.  "Amora; your life for hers.  Become my servant for all eternity, and I will spare this girl.  Fail to do so, and you and Flynn shall see my wrath."  The voice was smooth; it was no longer guttural.  Screwtape, in whatever fortunate magic that he had just experienced, was now a true player of darkness, maybe second only to the Evil One.  The worst kind of demon; the one who uses and twists wisdom for his own purposes.