Saturday 21st, Late Afternoon, at an abandoned Railway.    What Fortune! A child full of potential, soiled, and ripe for corruption!   Shut your mouth Tazel! commanded Carmen Cantos at the demon that flickered and rumbled in her belly. Normally the forked tongue of the demon bound to her would be more subtle and deceptive, or frankly untruthful. However, the infernal creature seemed almost unable to contain itself at the thought of Kit.    Not a word to her! unless I command it! And for no