“If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?”

It was the line that made people trust him, especially when he gave them a rueful smile when he said it. They’d trust him and let him in the doors - to their businesses, their homes, their lives.

Jimmy had been cursed with an uncomfortable face. Ugly would be an understatement. Rough hewn was a compliment. Looking at his face, you found yourself wanting to look away from the horror yet unable to tear your eyes away.

People always laughed self-consciously when he posed his question. It seemed inconceivable that any face could be worse than the one he had been born with. They assumed that they saw the truth and eased their consciences by insisting they were helping someone less fortunate.

It was their misfortunate to have little imagination. True, it would be difficult to find a person with a more unfortunate face than his. But that assumed that you were human.

Jimmy wasn’t.

Demonkind can have more than one face. . .