Denis was afraid.

He had been summoned by the Master. Which is never a good thing because the Master either wanted to talk to you or zap you with one of his lasers because you messed up. The latter was a common scenario for demons alike. Denis was a demon. Demons look like hairless kangaroos with horns replacing ears, bat-like wings, shackles on the wrists and ankles, fangs as long as a dining knives and sharp claws. Anyway, Denis was flapping his wings across the underworld, a large endless cavern with countless rivers of lava and obsidian towers and stalactites. It was only inhabited by lava slimes, hell bats, skeleton serpents, fire imps and demons.

Denis flew to an obsidian tower and entered through the door. He then went down a flight of step and reached a massive room. It smelled of flesh blood and smoke. In the middle of the room was a large pit that filled about three quarters of the room. It was only illuminated by a few demon torches that summoned purple fire. Denis adjusted the shackles nervously and spoke.

"You have called me master." Silence. "What do you want?"

A voice rumbled throughout the room. It was like water boiling mixed with a bear's growl.

"YES! I CAN HEAR YOU DENIS!" said the master, "I HAVE SUMMONED YOU BECAUSE OF THAT VOODOO DOLL."

Denis flinched. He had the job of a voodoo demon. They had special abilities to influence pain on others via a doll. There was a project they're working on that could let them come to the surface.

"HOW COME IT IS NOT FINISHED?! I SET YOU A DEADLINE TO LAST WEEK AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T COMPLETED IT," yelled the master. The noise shook the walls.

"I understand your high expectations," said Denis calmly as he hid the slightest contempt from his voice, "But it is almost complete. There is one more ingredient that we need. The DNA of the guide."

"AND WHY HAVEN'T YOU GOT IT YET?! I'LL ZAP YOU!"

"The guide hasn't shown his face since your banishment my lord!" squeaked the demon as he took one step away from the pit, "The coward knows of your plan and has hid inside his hidey-hole. We cannot get him to come out! We've tried everything!"

"I'LL EXCUSE YOU FOR THAT," said the master as his voice became calmer but still angry, "BUT YOU VOODOO DEMONS ARE SLOW. BACK WHEN I WAS AROUND, I TRUSTED THE IMPS WITH ALL THE MAGIC. I'LL GIVE YOU TWO MORE MONTHS…" He paused. "ACTUALLY, ONE MONTH."

"Wait! Why did you decreased the deadline!" complained Denis.

"BECAUSE A USER IS COMING. HE WILL DRAW OUT THE GUIDE AND YOU'LL COLLECT HIS DNA."

"But, but, but then the prophecy!" spluttered the demon, "If this user is the one. Our days are numbered!"

"I DON"T CARE WHAT THAT OLD HAG SAID DENIS! BESIDES, HE WILL HAVE LITTLE MEMORY OF WHY HE IS HERE. HE'LL BE EASY TO PICK OFF" mused the master, "NOW, GET ME THAT VOODOO DOLL OR I'LL LET FORTH RAGE THAT YOU'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!"

And with that, Denis scampered. Things were looking grim indeed.