Within a few hours Daemonium, his room, and everything associated with him was sparkling clean. Daemonium did such a good job that evrything he touched looked like it was made of crystals, even his own skin. The entire castle smelled like lavender, and was silky smooth to the touch. As Daemonium walked out of his room, his steps were light and fluttery as if he were a tiny fairy. His eyes sparkled, dazzling as if they were covered in glitter.

"I'm leaving," Daemonium said to his maids and butlers. "Take care of the place while I'm gone!"

"Do you want some of your favorite meatballs when you come back?" Sebastian came out of the kitchen with a pot in his hand. "The Cool Meatballs?"

"The cool meatballs!?" As Daemonium drooled at the thought of those meatballs, it was made clear that even his saliva was sparkling. "Are you talking about the great meatballs perfected long ago by one of the greatest food scientists of all time!? The meatballs so great that wars were fought over the ingredients to make it!? The ones with such an insanely delicate balance of flavors that it could take hours just to create a single one!? Yet as soon as you eat that one it's like you are frozen in time in an insane feeling of flavorful goodness!? THOSE Cool Meatballs!?"

"Yes."

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSS!" The way Daemonium squealed it was like he was a young girl obsessed with these meatballs. He jumped up and down with excitement, much to the chagrin of Sebastian.

"You don't have to do this everytime I mention them," Sebastian said. "They're meatballs, not the reincarnation of All That's Holy. And you know none of that's even true."

"But they're the cool meatballs! They were perfected long ago by one of the greatest food scientists of all time! These meatballs are so great that wa-"

"DO! YOU! WANT! THEM! OR! NOT!?"

"Yes."

"THEN JUST SAY THAT!" Sebastian yelled at the top of his lungs, before taking a few deep breaths and calming himself down. "You can go now."

"Oh right!" Daemonium ran out, having forgotten the reason he was leaving in the first place. He now had no intention to come back, sadly for the meatballs that were about to be made.

"Hi ther-" Calumnia tried to wave to him but he simply ran past without any hesitation. "Bye then."

Daemonium ran a far and long distance. He ran for hours, completely nonstop. Well not completely nonstop, he didn't have the best stamina after all, but it was nonstop in his heart. He ran and ran to the edge of the country, until he found a blight in the distance. Slowly stepping inside, he was instantly greeted by a horde of zombies, rushing forth and tackling him with a great hug.

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"Okay, okay, settle down now." With a bit of difficulty the half-demon pushed many of the zombies off of him, many of them still grabbing onto his arms or back afterwards. "Purple, Pinky, Mike, please get off now."

Purple and Pinky were quick to leave but Mike kept himself practically attached.

"Come on Mike, please? I have places to go after this." Daemonium tried to pry the zombie off but his rotting arms were much stronger than they looked, not inching a bit as he pushed with all of his strentgh.

"Fine." Daemonium groaned. "You can stay there for a bit."

Mike was overjoyed, snuggling up to him just a little bit more. Purple and Pinky overheard this, and thinking that it applied to them they also went to grab his arms and snuggle next to him yet again. A few more zombies overheard and came by, and then more and more, until he was back where he started. To the zombies this was a sign of love, but to Daemonium he was about to die.

No seriously, he spent too much time in the blight and needed to get out as soon as possible.

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Outside the blight Daemonium sat down and caught his breath. He lied on the fluffy back of Fake Daemonium while Green Daemonium and Dead Daemonium lying next to him and grabbing his arms, resting as if nothing in the world mattered.

"So what the hell are you doing?" Sanguisa sat on a nearby rock, shaking her head in disapproval. "When I said you needed to get up I didn't mean this."

"What did you mean then?"

"I don't know, maybe DOING YOUR FUCKING JOB FOR ONCE!"

"Yeah, no can do." Daemonium shook his head rapidly, vehemently refusing. "I need to get as far away from that castle as possible. I don't want to die young."

"I get it, you're scared. But I'll protect you in case that assassin come back."

"What can you do? Aren't you just some old woman that likes dolls?"

"First of all, I'm not old!"

"Sure you aren't."

"Shut up! Second of all, I'm quite powerful!"

"Sure you are."

"I'm not done here! Third of all, you need to get back there and stop running from your duties."

"I'm not running!" Daemonium jumped up from where he laid, face flushed with anger. "It's a tactical retreat!"

"I'm pretty sure that's just a fancy way to say you were running."

"Shut up."

"Fine. Just don't expect me to bail you out if that assassin follows you or something."

"Fine!"

Bang!

The sound ripped through the air and silenced everyon in a 50 meter radius. Made stiff from hearing the familiar sound, the two slowly turned their heads towards the source of this noise. They were hesitant, desperately praying to all of the gods they knew that they could be saved. It was exactly what they feared: the masked guy that they saw just a few hours before was now standing menacingly in front of the two friend. The mask was more like a helmet, covering the entire head and face in an endless back abyss that made it hard to believe he had eyes. The rest of his clothes were either a similar color or a deep purple, covering every inch of his body and making him impossible to identify. If there was one thing that could identify him though, it was certainly his height. From a glance this guy looked like he was ten, or maybe twenty feet in height. He was a giant, making Daemonium look like a chihuahua standing next to him.

The guy had his gun pointing right at Daemonium, but luckily it seemed to be off by at least a few inches. Daemonium could feel his heart attempt to leap out of his chest as every muscle in his body told him to do one thing:

Run.