Once Danny was downstairs, he let out a deep sigh, before smiling brightly. His mood was wonderful. He was so glad Sam didn't push him away after learning what kind of monster he was. She accepted him and it made the ghost teen incredibly happy. It made him literally glow white like a lightbulb, and every resident of that accursed tavern noticed that and were making different theories of what happened to that poor girl. Danny didn't pay any attention to them and just walked to his uncle. He was eating. As usual.

"I'm still wondering how you can eat non stop," Phantom deadpanned, sitting on a chair.

"Heh, if you have a will for something, you can do everything," Belzie barked a laugh. "Your night seems rather eventful, is the girl worth the effort?"

Danny smirked toothily, taking the nearest goblet and making gulp. "Rather resistant she is, that much is undoubted."

"What did you expect? How long do you have her in your possession? A few weeks? This is a too short amount of time."

Phantom kept a calm expression, but on the inside he wasn't pleased. Sam was not a thing to be owned. Despite this thought, he chuckled.

"Agreed. But it was definetly worth it," he grinned.

"So I have heard."

Danny's barely beating heart stopped at that.

"What do you mean?" He asked carefully.

"You kidding? I have never heard such sounds from flipping on a bed."

So, Belzie mistook Danny's angry stomps for that. Well, that was a relief. 

"Sorry for being too loud, then," he shrugged, trying to look like he didn't actually care.

"I'm surprised she wasn't crying, mouth was busy?"

Phantom let out a grunt, which contained his displeasure of this conversation.

"Ancients, you sound like Asmodeus. His brains are based below his belt, you know that."

"Ah, Daniel, how can you talk about your uncle like that," Belzebub said overdramatically, putting a hand on his forehead.

"Doesn't change the fact that it's truth."

The fat man hummed, before shrugging. "You are right. So, tell me, where are you heading now? Do you have any plans for your 'vacation'?"

Danny made a sip of crimson drink. "Well, nothing in particular. I simply walk from city to city, and scare everyone by making them believe that the 'Devil' came to their world," he laughed, before shaking his head. "It was hilarious. If only you saw their faces."

"Eh, too sad I wasn't there. Oh well, that's why you are still here right? To tell me everything in details, we have all night!"

Until three a.m. two ghosts were lively conversing with each other, while pouring inside gallons of liquid, or eating pounds in Belzebub's case. Danny twisted some parts of course, but yet again, he was a very skillful liar, and his uncle didn't have any reasons to distrust him. He let out the parts concerning his friendly interactions with Sam or humans in general. Also, he also kept hidden the Gem of Life. Belzebub never cared for power, but their family was searching for the Reality Gauntlet and its gems for generations and so far without success. Who knows what the old ghost would do.

Belzie was commenting on almost every word Danny said. That was his usual trait, so Phantom wasn't offended at all. Then the conversation got to the yesterday morning.

"Basically, I felt something strange in that forest," he commented.

"And what was that?"

"You know I can feel the presence of the other ghosts. So, it was just that, but it was so weak I didn't pay attention to it at first," Danny put a hand on his chin. "But always as I come closer or further, the feeling intensifies. But even if it was weak, the feeling remained the same ever since I entered that stupid forest."

"Oh, I heard some rumors from people who came here. Hey you there, come here!" Belzie shouted to the servant.

"Y-yes, sir," a small woman approached the two.

"Tell my nephew about that 'spirit of the forest'."

"There were old legends saying that this forest is inhabited by many ghosts and Spirit of the forest was the strongest. It was told that if he deems you worthy then he will grant you presents. It's an old pagan story, but we still remember it. Recently miracles started to happen with people there."

"For how long exactly?" Danny asked.

"About ten years, sir," she responded fearfully.

Phantom hummed, putting a hand on his chin. No, it couldn't be him, he ended him two years ago. Still, a ghost who lives in forest? He knew only one savage who was that sociophobic to spend millennias in such seclusion. Then he shrugged it off, he just didn't care about that.

"You may go," Danny dismissed her and she was glad to return to her duties.

He looked over people around. On the outside it may seem like they were having fun, but Phantom knew that all of that was farce just to entertain the older ghost.

For some time the two played caravan, a popular card game. It was rather interesting, playing with the one who can't cheat physically was rather funny. The word 'physically' actually meant that he was too fat to move swiftly. Of course, he could hide required cards in his triple chin, but in order to put them there and take out he would have to move. Just when Danny was about to win the game by putting deadly combination, he heard a horse whine outside.

The half ghost raised his eyebrow, while his uncle grinned evilly. Soon enough, a familiar dark skinned teen entered the building. Danny's eyes widened in shock. Cursing mentally, he looked back at his uncle.

"Oh, a visitor!" Belzie exclaimed joyfully, with malicious intent gleaming in his eyes only Danny noticed. "Come here boy!"

"Oh, uhm, I just need a room to wait till morning," Tucker mumbled uncomfortably.

'You picked the worst place to stay, Foley,' Danny growled mentally.

"Hello again, Tuck," he smirked. "We didn't have time to say goodbyes, did we?"

Tucker sized Danny up and down, not recognizing him at first, but that smirk..."You?!" He exclaimed in shock.

"My boy, I didn't know you've made a friend," Belzie said.

"Well, I can't say we are friends. But there is something I'd like to talk with him about," Danny got up, with a sweet smile. "Alone," he all but snapped.

Before Tucker responded, Phantom was already pulling him upstairs. He tried to escape the half ghost's deathly grip, but it was to no avail. As they reached the required room, Danny pushed Tucker inside and shut the door behind him. Foley yelped and fell on the floor with a loud thud. Without giving him a chance to get up, Phantom picked him up and pinned to the wall.

"What. Are. You. Doing here?" Danny growled.

"I-I d-don't understand what you are talking about," Tucker said nervously.

"Danny?"

They both turned to where the voice came from. The noise woke Sam up. She moved from under her soft blanket and got in sitting position, leaning against the bed back.

"What's going on?" She asked sleepily, wiping her eyes.

"Sorry for being too loud, Sam, we just have an unexpected visitor," Danny nodded towards his captive.

"Hey," Tucker waved weakly.

"Tucker?" She blinked, "Why are you here?"

"I asked the same thing. It's obvious he has been tracking us," Danny answered.

"What gave you this idea?"

"Because with normal pace there is no way you could keep up with us. You also have the reasons to follow."

"Uh, Danny, let him go, please," Sam sighed, getting up.

She was wearing a dark nightgown, and when she removed her blanket, Danny blushed brightly and glanced down on the floor. He let go of the dark skinned teen. But then he noticed that Tucker was eyeing her.

"Stop. Staring," Danny growled quietly, and Tucker obeyed.

"Tucker, why were you following us?" Sam asked as everyone sat on the chairs.

"Because we have something he needs."

"Uh, I wasn't...alright I was following," Foley admitted, noticing Phantom's ice cold glare. "I need that stupid gem. Without it I will never get a promotion in the guild. It was something like 'initiation'. And I failed."

"Forget it," Danny answered, crossing his hands.

"Danny, stop being so rude," Sam scolded him.

"So I figured. I knew you would never give me anything. You spent too much effort, I get it," Tucker said sarcastically.

"And your parents are fine with you traveling god knows where?" Sam asked.

"I told them that it was part of my job and they believed me. Technically I didn't lie, it really was part of my job."

"Oh, my boy finally learns what it's like to be a thief," Danny grinned, wiping away a fake tear. "How does it feel to keep the truth from your own parents, Tucker?"

"You aren't helping," Tucker glared, earning only a small shrug.

"Bitter truth is better than sweet lie, if it seems too harsh, welcome to the real world, wait before it punches you in balls, this is where the fun begins. Still, how long does the average man live in Medieval age lives? Thirty years? Better have fun while you still can."

"Danny," Sam growled. "Stop it."

"Sorry, Sam, that wine is actually stronger than I remember, and it is special, if you get what I mean. And. What I said isn't my opinion. Statistics are harsh things, believe me."

"What are you talking about?" Tucker asked confused.

"Nevermind. Anyways, it was nice to chat, but we have more important things to do and you better be off. As far as you can be."

"I'm not going anywhere. My life depends on this task."

"And what are you going to do about this, hm? This gem is mine, no matter how hard you try. So better get lost while you still can. This isn't the best place to stay."

"Why?"

"How to put it, that fat guy down there is a demon. Powerful enough to lock you here forever. That's how this place works."

"Let's...suggest I believe you. Why did you let Sam sleep here, then?"

"Well, Belzebub and I met before. We are on rather acceptable terms, so he accepted my 'ownership' of her. He won't claim her soul. You, however, may be another story. He always can use another mortal slave."

"Tucker, you better believe him. It may sound crazy, but it's truth," Sam added.

"Then why is he on so good terms with a DEMON? Doesn't it concern you in any way?"

"Hey, Danny-boy! How much longer am I supposed to wait for ya?" Belzebub's voice was heard.

"Coming!" Danny responded. "Now listen here," he turned to Tucker. "Stay quiet."

"Danny," Sam called. "Can you get him out of here?"

Danny's lips formed a thin line. "Fine. Thank her properly, Tuck, I'm doing that only because she asked."

With that being said, Danny went out of the room and walked downstairs. Belzie was still lying on his place, glaring at his cards. He obviously didn't like his combination.

"Ah, finally, what was that you talked about for so long?"

"That idiot pestered me for too long. Be it not in front of the crowd I would have blasted him for all I care. He even tried to steal something important from me, so my reaction obviously was hostile."

"Sneaky one, eh? I wonder what shall I do with him. Is he good in anything but stealing?"

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something. I'd like to have him, if you don't mind."

Belzie grinned. "But of course, my boy. But you know the rules, right?"

Danny groaned. "Where should I sign?"

A list of paper appeared on the table. Danny narrowed his eyes, reading the paper. "No catches?" He asked after reading the contract several times patiently.

"Nope. I'm in good mood now."

"Here isn't mentioned what you need in exchange."

"I have everything I want. Actually, I simply realized I don't need an extra mouth to feed. Plus he is wimpy."
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Danny hummed, putting a hand on his chin. He knew that it was impossible to lie while giving the contract. Why so many were fooled? Because they never asked. Sighing, Phantom took a knife and made a small cut. When a drop of ectoplasm fused blood dropped on the list, it glowed with green light, before dissappearing.

"Deal it is, then," Belzie grinned. "Go claim your property, dear nephew."

Danny smirked and walked upstairs. He heard how the door to his room shut close. Phantom narrowed his eyes. He stomped inside the room. Tucker jumped in surprise and gave him a terrified look, retreating to the far corner of the room.

"G-get lost, demon!" He shouted, while Sam rolled her eyes, sitting on the bed.

"I take it you saw everything. What gave you a clue I'm a demon, though?"

"I-I saw what you did on the cathedral roof, it's nothing but magic! And that contract appearing and dissappearing in green light...A-and now everything adds up. He called you nephew!"

"Yeah, that settles everything...what are you going to do about that, hm? You are talking with a son of the Devil, after all."

Tucker looked ready to faint and started to hyperventilate.

"Danny, you scared him," Sam said, crossing her hands and getting up.

"Hey, he scared himself, I haven't done anything to frighten him yet," Danny defended, raising his hands, but Sam narrowed her eyes. "Okay, maybe I did."

"Why is he doing what you say?" Tucker asked, before his eyes widened. "Wait, if he is that demon, than you are..."

"Yes, I'm an evil satanistic witch. Beware," Sam deadpanned, but Tucker only whimpered in his corner.

Danny sighed. "Tucker. I may rule the world of 'demons'," he made air quotes in a deadpan voice. "But I'm not evil. Want proofs? I just risked to be fooled by signing that contract, only to save your butt. Your father probably told you how ruthless my family is. Tell me, why wouldn't I just kill everyone on my way? All I need is to snap my fingers and your inner organs will turn into puddle. But I didn't. I don't like killing, I killed enough."

"And about that contract..."

"When we get to the next city you are free to go wherever you want. I'm not a slaver."

"Where is the catch?" Tucker asked suspiciously.

"You ain't gonna survive on your own in this forest. Plus, I'd like to keep an eye on your hands," Danny shrugged.

"That's insane," Tucker mumbled.

"Welcome to my life," Danny and Sam said at the same time.