Kilmontor ran into the water body in tears. He wailed in pain and shrieked in terror. The outside shell of his demon was being broken. He was being his human self. He submerged inside the water and left his hounds to die. He could only hope that his hounds run away to safety. Kilmontor growled and even the river felt sad for him. The rive cast a spell on him and his demon skin peeled off and he was becoming human again. The night demon already earlier that night showed his humanity and his heart was becoming tender again. But it was not true, he had realized. He had come to like the skin that had become his own. He wanted to be a demon, even if the acceptance he would get from becoming human was tempting. But no, the pain of being human was too much for him to handle.
"No, take the spell away," he said to the river. "I want to be a demon," he pleaded. Even the river was astonished by his request.
"I thought I was doing you a favor," it said to Kilmontor.