He smiled as the villagers thanked him again and again. The job of clearing the minor vampire infestation at the local village’s graveyard was not that difficult, a few well placed fireballs were sufficient enough. In truth, he really wanted to be back in his tower to clean up the stench.
After promising to visit the village whenever he can, he waved to the villagers before mumbling a familiar spell. There was the ever slight vertigo as he is transported back to his hidden tower.
After cleaning up, he sat down before the fireplace, with a wooden mug of ale in his hand, allowing his mind to drift off slowly.
‘How was your day?’, a deep and rough voice whispered.
It was a familiar voice to him. He takes a sip at the ale, ignoring the voice.
‘You can’t run away from me, you know.’
Sighing, he turns around.
‘There is no place you can hide from me, I am your demon after all.’
He looked at the demon, a towering fiery figure, with huge wings on its back.
‘You are not the only demon that belongs to me, you do know that right?’, he said smiling, as he turns to look at the army of demons surrounding him.
‘You can’t run nor hide. You will have to face us eventually.’
Smiling yet again, he said, ‘I have given up running. I have given up hiding. I have come to the conclusion that the best way to deal with you all is to treat you all as my best friends.’