I clutched the railing and smiled. A new day, a new plan.

Oh, and a new army.

They all stood gaping at me, 50 or so blue eyed servants of mine. They'd do whatever I say. Watch.

"Do the chicken dance."

50 synchronized dancers started flapping their wings and clapping.

This really was quite fun.

I walked down the stairs as dramatically as I could (dramatic entrances are everything.)

"Alright, army. Time to siege New York!"

"Not unless we stop you."

I turned around and saw something very surprising. Something I was not expecting.

Standing in front of me, arms crossed, were three boys. The one on the left was extremely tall, and I mean extremely. I'd seen moose of shorter height than he. The one in the middle and spiked up hair and a face that said "I'm going to kill you and all your grandchildren." They both were wearing plaid shirts and had bright green eyes and freckles. Brothers, I guessed. And the one on the right had messy brown hair, big blue eyes (he was looking curiously at the boy in the middle, as if to say "Why are we doing this?") and, for some reason, angel wings? I wondered if they had just come from a costume party, though I couldn't for the likes of me decide what they were going as.

The boy in the middle looked the strongest, so I swept my spear in an arc, hitting the boys flanking him. Their eyes momentarily turned black, then a bright blue, matching the stone in my spear. They turned around and walked with the rest of the crowd. 52 servants is better than 50!

"What did you DO?" asked the boy in the middle.

"Simple form of mind control." I replied, humming and rubbing my spear. "And now for you." I touched him with the edge of my spear. And then my eyes widened in fear and horror.

This is new. This is very, very, new.

He cocked my head at me.

"What?"

"Your eyes-they were supposed-why are they still-that's"

He laughed and knocked the spear out of my hand.

"I saw your little trick. Ever wondered why your spear turned their eyes black first?"

"No, but your eyes are still black! They aren't blue! they"

He laughed again, and I realized what a problem I was facing.

"Can't mind control a demon, buddy."