Told from Alexa's point of view
"How about that tall guy in the back? I could probably take him." Luke suggests.

I sigh. "Oh, silly, simple Luke. Watch and learn."

I climb up onto the nearest table, grabbing a glass and spoon on my way. I tap on the champagne glass to get everyone's attention.

"Attention! Eyes on me, everybody." I wait a moment for everyone to give me their attention. "Thank you. Now, if any of you know anything about evil chaos demons, come find me and tell me everything you know. Now, carry on."

I leap down and put my arm on Luke's shoulder. "See, isn't that simpler?"

"How do you know it'll work?" Luke inquires.

"I don't." I reply.

                                                                                                 30 minutes later
Luke and I are slumped in our chairs after half an hour of nothing.

"Well, this was a bust." Luke remarks. "I guess it's all good demons here, huh?"

I bolt up straight and grab Luke by the shoulders. "That's it, Luke!"

"You scare me sometimes."

"All of the loyal demons were invited here to be honored. That means the others have free reign over the underworld tonight!" I explain. "This is bad."

"No shit, Sherlock." Luke replies. "We need to find Jul.".

"Piss off, Watson." I retort. "We don't need Jul right now. Let her have this night. We can handle this."

Luke shrugs. "If you say so." He pauses. "Are you sure that we can stop them on our own?"

I laugh. "Who said we were going to stop them? Information, my dear Watson, is all we need tonight."

"Where do the seedy demons hang?" Luke asks. "And stop calling me Watson."

"You know, I really wish I could." I reply sarcastically. "But nay, I will not." I grab his arm and pull him out of the tent. "It's not much, just an unkempt bar in the amusement park."

"The big bad demons hang out in an amusement park?" Luke snickers. "Not exactly the way I'd always pictured it."

"You pictured a stereotypical gang hideout willed with one dimensional bad guys? Some imagination you have." I chide. "Hurry up, we don't have all night." I turn and start speed walking.

"We do have all night." Luke calls after me before sprinting to catch up. "How are you so fast?"

"It's the power of being an asshole." I reply. "Here we are. The amusement park of nightmares."

We walk slowly around the sadistic park. It's filled with gruesome images and eerie sound effects. Like somewhere the Joker would hang out. Obviously most of the staff have neglected this area, probably because hardly anyone is ever here. Rides such as "Tunnel of Punishment" and "Everything you thought you knew was a lie: An educational guide to the afterlife" are scattered around the seemingly endless labyrinth of twisted carnival games and shops selling torture devices. After passing an array of bars and restaurants we arrive at the Twisted Villa, named that despite the fact that it's definitely not a villa.

"The game is on, dear Watson." I tease in a mock British accent. "We probably should've changed first."

"Can't you do some little magic thing and turn us into badasses?" Luke requests. "I've seen you do it once before."

"Ugh, fine. It feels weird, though." I forewarn him. I close my eyes and concentrate hard on exactly what I need.

I open my eyes to see what I've done, since it's a general spell. Luke now has leather pants, a black tank, eyeliner, and spiked hair.

"You look hilarious." I chuckle.

"You're one to talk." He retorts.

I walk over to the regular mirror standing in front of the house of mirrors and examine my new look. It includes ripped leather pants, a blood red tank, matching boots, and a biker jacket. I turn back to the doors of the bar and saunter in.

Stepping into the bar is like stepping through a portal. In a flash the atmosphere changes from eerily quiet to brash and intimidating. From a scene in a twisted children's story to the ultimate gang hangout. From zero to one hundred, real quick.

Dim lighting, wanted posters and carcasses line the walls. There are several loud conversations going on, but the poker table in the corner seems to be the hotspot. No one seems to notice us as we make our way there amongst the chaos.

"So he says, 'Al that's a great deal and all, but I gotta have some time off, right?' And he just gives him every night off to spend here! Desperate, that one." The apparent leader recalls his friend's tale of employment to his cronies.

"They don't seem that evil, just kind of greedy." Luke observes.

"Wow, Luke. Making pretty shallow guesses."

"What?" Luke questions.

I roll my eyes. "Al, desperate for employees, check any boxes for you?" I pause, giving him a second to put the pieces together. "It's Admralach."

"Hoe do you get Al from Admralach?" Luke inquires, entirely missing the point. "Even if it is, what're we supposed to do about it?"

I sigh. "Watch and learn." I work my way close enough to the leader of the pack that I can question him. "You're working for Admralach? Must be a tough job."

The leader's head snaps towards me. "You wanna get us all killed? Codename Al, bubblegum. And I'm not working for him, my asshole brother is. Demons should be getting real jobs to feed the families, even if they're bad. He's gonna get himself killed."

"Right, yeah." I get a closer look at the leader guy. He's not too buff, but not weak either. Looks human, for the most part. Some tattoos. Nothing awfully intimidating about him. "Did you tell him that?"

Leader guy stands up. "Can I talk to ya, bubblegum?" He doesn't sound menacing, but I doubt he just wants to talk.

I shrug and follow him, despite suspecting that he'll start some sort of fight. He leads me to the far corner of the bar, pulling out a stool for me.

"Two beers, barkeep." He calls over to he bartender.

I would refuse, but then he'll know for sure that I'm a fake.

"I'm a little disappointed that you don't remember me. Alexa, right?" He remarks.

I'm shocked. "How could you tell?"

He slaps down a card and grabs our drinks. "I work at the city commerce office. The name's Logan."

I furrow my brows and fiddle with my drink. "I didn't think such young demons worked."

"I'm not a demon." He replies. "And I'm also not dead."

I tilt my head. "You called your brother a demon."

"Sold his soul. He brought me and our sister down here, and I got a job. Better than working up there." He points straight up.

"Oh. Why'd you call him bad?" I inquire.

"He hasn't worked a day since we lost Becca." He pauses. "Our little sister."

I gulp. "I'm sorry."

"Everybody says that. I've never let either of my parents come down. They're all that's left, and it's not like they're ever actually home." He stops for a moment. "Rob, my brother, he...he's changed. Not a good guy anymore."

"Not having a soul can do that to a person." I take on a more professional demeanor. "I'm working with the Big Four, we're trying to stop Admralach from destroying the world. We need you're help. Or that of someone exactly like you." I explain.

"Good luck with that." He takes a sip of his drink.

"Didn't you hear me? Destroying the world would destroy more than just the surface. The underworld won't stand a chance." I warn.

"I'm not working with the Big Four. After everything that's happened, doing traffic reports for them is enough." He grumbles.

"Everything they've done?" I ask, leaning closer in anticipation.

"Tell you what, I'll help you, bubblegum. But I want them out of the whole business." He demands.

"Why?" I ask, only for the answer to be cut off by a fight erupting near the poker table. "Luke!" I exclaim.

"Who?" Logan questions, following me as I dash to the fight.

Once I have a unobstructed view I see that Luke is in the middle of the action, getting beaten to a pulp. I run into the action, trying to pull him away. A few hits graze me, but nothing too serious. Logan pulls the other guy away, and I rush Luke outside and sit him down on a bench close to the bar. Getting a closer look, he's not as banged up as I thought. A black eye, some bruises and blood, but not quite a pulp quality beating.

"What the hell did you do?" I ask, frustrated.

"I was asking around." Luke defends himself.

I sigh and roll my eyes. "Goddamnit, you've got to learn to be subtle." I conjure up some bandages and a wet rag and begin to tend to his wounds.

"You're doing that wrong." Logan appears behind me.

"You do it than, if you're so great." I stand and hand him the medical supplies. Logan begins to expertly dress Luke's wounds. "Okay, maybe you are so great."

Luke furrows his brows. "Who's this?" He asks, groggy.

"I'm Logan. Don't sweat it, I'm here to help." Logan replies calmly.

I sit, relieved that we've gotten everything we expected to out of the night, if in an unexpected way. There's just one question that I still need answered.

"Logan, you said that the Big Four did something to you, or to someone, or... I don't remember exactly. It was something like that." I pause, thinking about whether I really want to ask such a deeply personal question to a near stranger. But I have to know. "What did they do?"

Logan glances up at me, clearly pained.

"If you don't want to say, it's alright. There's some things I don't tell people, too." I attempt to undo the trouble I might have just caused with a single question.

"They harvested my sister."