Astaroth continued to grip the handlebars, still jogging at his steady pace. His arms and legs continued to ache, and sweat trickled down his scaly body. He had been jogging on that wheel like that for the past hour. Being a simple incubus, he was not cut out for this demanding labor. His master had ordered him to do this to produce a storm cloud, which had already begun to sizzle and brew above him.

"Wi... With all due respect, your wickedness," He panted, "couldn't we just wait for a real storm? Or better yet... why didn't you just conjure one with a spell? Even this way... why do... I have to do this? What about Helkath?... Or Queztai?... They... are more suited for this."

"Save your breath, Astaroth!" The master snapped from the darker corner of the room. A hand reached out from the shadow, and dropped a gemstone into a fine-looking hourglass, making a ping sound as the stone tapped the golden holder. "Now! faster!"

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Whatever, sir. You're the boss." Astaroth rolled his eyes. He started to figure that his master was punishing him for an offensive joke he made earlier.

"What was that?" The master snapped.

"I said 'Yes! Oh, mighty evil one'!" Pushing past his pain, and taking smaller breaths, Astaroth charged ahead, running the machine faster. The storm clouds above rumbled and roared and sparked above him, until finally, a bolt of lightening struck the hourglass, and the sands began to shift rise, until a pair of glowing eyes appeared inside.

"Ah, sands of time," the mysterious figure in the shadows hissed, "Reveal to me the chosen one of Japan!"

The sands in the hourglass swirled around, until it revealed a more clear picture, as though it were a television set in the middle of a sand storm. It was of a teenage boy, spiky blond hair, blue eyes, a great tan, and some odd-looking whiskers on his cheeks, wearing a black t-shirt. He seemed to be leaning against a stack of wooden planks, chatting with a beautiful pink-haired girl before him.

"That's him?" Astaroth shouted in disgust. "That's our biggest threat? A sixteen-year-old braaaaaaaaaaaa-" He lost his grip on the handle bars, and was spun off the wheel, and into the workings of the weather machine, getting whacked by the gears, and shocked by the lightning generators.

"Get my things together," the master spoke up. "We're leaving for Japan. Time to make our next move."

The machine final spat Astaroth out, and his soot-covered body was slammed into the wall.

"Sure thing," he coughed before sliding down and hitting his head on the floor.

Still in the shadows, the master gazed down into the hourglass, sights still set on the blonde boy in the picture, and whispered "Just wait until you see what I have in store for you!"

"Hey, ya know what?" Astaroth groaned. "Now that I look at him, that guy is pretty hot."

Author's Comments: I know I am totally ripping off that one scene from Aladdin here, but when I started this story, this idea for this scene featuring the antagonists really stuck with me, and I wanted to do it somehow. So I wrote it here, while also kind of marketing my story.

If you are interested in reading more of this story, I have already started it. Thing is I started writing it before Catherine got its own category on this site. It's classified as a Naruto & Misc. Games Crossover. You can find it there, or on my profile of course.

Now, I am sure you have noticed, but there are some slight AU elements to the Catherine universe in this story. I won't restate them in case you missed them, because I'm a troll! (lol) And I'm sure you'll notice more if you decide to read this story.