Pyra was staying at the Apothecary working, the rat-thing, Scalec was looking for information on the Castle in the sewers, leaving Bill and I to go looking for anything and everything regarding enchanted items.

Being Gehenna's castle, Bill reckoned there were bound to be at least ten security curses, charms and hexes alone.  And our job was to go searching in the so-called underbelly of the underworld to find it.

I don't like this. I complained for the billionth time.

So you've said.

I want to go back.

To where?

Anywhere! Earth! Home! Let's go back to the bunker or live like hermits in the mountains. I don't care! But I don't want to do this! I don't want to try to steal anything from anyone. Much less a royal demon Queen!

We can't go back to Earth Kid. Not until we're summoned. Fat chance of that. And besides. We left for a reason. Remember?

Yeah... Alcor...

It was a time neither of us liked discussing. 

What are we even looking for?

Let's find out. Bill pulled my cap down lower and turned left suddenly, straight into what looked like a dimly lit, medieval styled Tavern.

I had left my original Pine tree cap behind, and the one Bill wore now was an almost identical copy, aside from the coloring and symbol. Instead of a blue and white cap with a pine tree, this one was yellow and black, with a triangle symbol. Bill had snapped it into existence the day we got here. Seeming highly amused with it.

We had also gone back to simple clothing. A black shirt with black pants, with a black cloak to cover my body. Being seen as a human in the Nightmare realm was dangerous for us, so we had to hide as much of ourselves as possible.

I began panicking as Bill calmly walked past the round tables spread around the room. There were hundreds of demons here. Each one as ugly as the last. Every single one of them was staring at us. It was understandable. They were all at least four times the size of me.

A very fat, ugly demon stood out though. He, or it, looked like a brown humanoid toad in a suit. Sitting st the table with him were three identical demons. Snake heads attached to long necks and long bodies with long arms and legs and long tails, all fitted into three identical black trench coats. One was green skinned, one was red and one was yellow. The toad looked rich, like, mob boss rich. He looked a bit like Grunkle Stan if he had hit the big time. And was a frog.

Undeterred, Bill walked up to an old timey bar and pulled out a stool. And then stepped up onto it.

What are you doing!?

Bill opened his mouth to speak, but then sneezed loudly.

Sorry.  Must be allergies. I apologized.

Bill cleared his throat. I could feel my face turning red.

"Alright then. Oi! Listen up!" Bill ordered. Yelling. Even the few demons that hadn't paid attention to our arrival turned their head slowly to us. Some glared at us.

"Okay then. Anyone here heard about the Five Time Wishes? If so I suggest you stand up and tell me all about it." Bill grinned crookedly.

There was absolute silence, and then laughter started up in the back. Pretty soon every demon with a mouth was laughing his head off.

"Hey! Listen to me!" Bill stamped my foot, which only caused the laughter to get louder.

"Hey youngling, I suggest you go run off quickly to your carer, before you make an even bigger fool of yourself." The bartender said.

Youngling. Carer. Demon terms. Seeing as demons weren't born, but formed by Nightmares like the rest of this realm, they were called younglings when they were under fifty years old. Carers were the closest things to parents demons had, they looked after the younglings.

"Youngling? Youngling?" Bill stormed, furious. "I've been alive since before your Carer's Carer was even thought of! Don't you dare treat me like a youngling!"

"Ain't ever seen a full grown demon that small." The bartender chuckled. Bill grew even angrier.

Bill, let's just go.

No way! I'm going to kill every one of these demons for laughing at-

I quickly took over while he was ranting and rushed out of the tavern.

I quickly turned into the alleyway beside it and leaned against a wall, sighing tiredly. "Bill, you need to calm down. You can't say things like that! And you can't make threats anymore. We're not as strong as you used to be."

Get off my back. You can't tell me what to do, I'm way older than you by a million times over.

"Someone has an age complex..." I muttered.

What's your point? I have every complex there is.

"Of course you do." I sighed.

"Oi! Youngling!"

My head snapped up. It was the toad from the Tavern.

The toad cracked a gold ringed knuckle. "So, you want to know about the Time Wishes?"

Bill took over. "Yeah." He said. Solemn for once.

"And what would a little youngling like you want with it?"

"I. Am. Not. A. Youngling." Bill snarled, blue fire appearing around my fists.

"Oh. Touchy." The frog smirked. "So. Where'd you hear about it?"

"Why should I tell you?" Bill snapped.

A snake made a move forwards but was held back by the Toad.

I'm getting increasingly sick of their crummy tough act. Bill muttered.

You're not being too original yourself.

"Alright. Let's cut to the chase. I can tell you exactly what is going to happen. I ask questions. You don't answer. We beat you to a pulp. Let's just skip over all of that to the point where you tell me where and who you heard it from." The frog snapped its fingers and the three snakes advanced.

"Hey! Don't touch me! Get away!" Bill protested. He aimed fireball after fireball at their heads, but the flames turned to steam before they even got close.

Two of the snakes grabbed my arms and pushed me to my knees. The frog leaned over until he was at my level, knocking my hat off my head to reveal my face. "You shouldn't have gone looking for trouble Kid."

OK yes its a cliffhanger. Sort of. But that's not important. I just want to say I am so sorry for the last few chapters. They are pretty bad, if I do say so myself. my writing is cr*p but its too late to fix it now. So I'm just going to say: on to the next chapter!