Tohuw Balagan
Something had gone very, very wrong. The train was supposed to arrive in Touhwland, where it's conductor and passager would be met by thousands of adoring fans. But it seemed there was a... problem.
Cursing the turbulence, a lone man clicked his tongue in annoyance. He could see the dim rays of the sun seeping from the window, and he could tell the train was falling. Reaching for his teacup, he watched to await what would happen.
But there was no teacup.
"Oh no."
It seemed there was no more teacup. Looking around, he realized all his packages and valuables were gone. None of the baggages he had taken such care to pack up were where they were meant to. Something had gone terribly wrong.
"Oh no, oh nono."
Looking around, he called out his minions. Surely they knew what was going on. Then he realized he never had any minions to begin with. Clicking his tongue and fidgeting with an irritable expression, he looked around to assess just where he was.
But if he was looking around, who was driving?
And the train crashed, hitting what seemed to be a rooftop. This was just getting better and better. He did see for a slight second a man under there. And then he dissappeared, making a really funny sound for a second there.
The demon snorted in amusement. Then, he called out, waving in the puddle's general direction.
"Whoops, my baaaad. Are you okay mister? Are you? Oh, silly me, of course not! Ahahahahah!"
Then another creepy man, far more shady than most of his demon friends, blasted his precious exclusive one in a lifetime train with what seemed to be lightning, along with his good mood.
"...how rude." the demon growled, growing more unamused by the second. He should have been resting on a beautiful beach, sipping on nice tasty coconut milk and eyeing up some sultry succubi under the sunset. But this, this was just nasty. Levitating in the middle of the train, he took his best neatest fanciest clothes, wiped his fancy monocle clean and took hold of Pandora before lightly tapping it.
The train his the asphalt ground, but he never did, for he was still floating inside the train. Then, his foot touched the ground and with a simple tock of his cane, the whole train simply poofed away into smoke, releasing confetti and a multitude of doves.
The sun was clouded, but it was as usual a bother. He could feel his nore run, so instinctively, he snapped his fingers and an umbrella instantly ran up his waving hand, as if it was always there. The eccentric polka dotted umbrella opened itself, to reveal tiny bat wings making it afloat over his owner's head.
Tsk, not what I had in mind for a little trip to the underworld, but oh well...
Glancing around as the smoke cleared out, the demon finally took a glance of the unsightly fellow who stood before him.
"And who might you be?" he said with a clear voice, loud enough to be heard from where the man stood. Taking a slight bow, he gave the man a bemused smile as he awaited a response.
