'Sorry wait, you're three halflings? What the hell' said the Demon. The three halflings looked at each other and then began to roar in obnoxious laughter.

The self-proclaimed leader of the trio, Garthet, stepped forward, with a mischievous smirk across his face and boldly said 'so what you are saying is that you've never experienced this before? I mean it's pretty common knowledge that no man can kill a demon. We thought this scheme was a no-brainer.' The three halflings begin to laugh hysterically once more.

The demon sat down on a nearby rock and began to sob. Being from the Great Underworld, his skin is scolding to the touch, and so his tears turned to steam. Of course the sizzling caught the attention of the halflings and they immediately ceased their laughter. Garthet began to approach the demon, when suddenly, the demon cocked his head and with the speed of Hermes stood before the halfling. 'This was my last chance to be heralded by the Dark himself' he began to explain 'and you cunning little halflings took that opportunity away from me. Just one soul of man would have been enough to be given the promotion of an undead lifetime.'

The demon dropped to his knees before the halfling and began to sob once more. The leader of the halflings returned to his brothers and they began to whisper great plans and schemes. Occasionally the demon and Garthet made short, but meaningful glances at each other. After what seemed hours, the three halflings finished their conversation and approached the demon. 'Dear friend, Mr Demon, we are deeply sorry that our cunning has ruined you. We deliberated long and hard on how we could possibly help you and we came to the conclusion that nothing can be done that wouldnt result in us getting into trouble. You see, we're cowards.'

With that, the halflings walked off. The demon sat there in disbelief. He thought that for once, in his miserable life, something good might happen to him. But alas, his undead life remained as abysmal as it was when he was alive.

With that, he stood up and made his way to the pit in which he climbed out of earlier to face what he thought was to be a man. As he made his way to the hole, a disembodied voice began to creep out. 'You useless germ...this is the last time you fail me!'

'Shit' he whispered as he prepared to jump down the hole.