Dennis heard it. They all heard it. The meteorite shook the whole world as it landed. The whole underworld was in a severe panic. Hellbats twittered nervously as they hung from the ruins of the dome that once encompassed the pit. Imps and Demons waited around the pit muttering among themselves. It seemed like everyone was expectant of sudden death. Dennis shuffled down the stairs and stood at the end where there platform had collapsed during the Wall of Flesh's last tantrum. Dennis glanced at his comrades and cleared his voice.
"What do we do?" spoke Dennis, "This hasn't happen in over a thousand years."
"I WILL HEAR AN EXPLANATION!" rumbled the Wall of Flesh as his minions covered their ears at the horrific voice, "YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD ONE."
"It has to be the noob," snarled Dennis, "He is completely ignorant of the consequences of his actions."
"THIS 'NOOB' MUST AND WILL BE DISPATCHED!" muttered the Wall of Flesh, "YOU MUST MAKE SURE THAT HAPPENS OR HE'LL BE THE END OF US ALL."
"We can't be so sure that if he can be dispatched," complained Dennis, wringing his hands as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, "More NPC allies come as they hear of his arrival. This situation is getting worse."
"I WILL NOT HEAR EXCUSES!" shrieked the Wall of Flesh and Dennis jumped up and flapped his leathery wings as the floor below him collapsed. The hell-like creatures gasped but strangely, the demon stayed calm and didn't fly off in terror. There was a pause and the Wall of Flesh spoke again.
"I HAVE ALREADY GIVEN YOU TOO MANY CHANCES," sneered the voice of the pit, "MY PATIENCE IS RUNNING SHORT DENNIS. YOU WILL SERVE ME EFFICIENTLY OR YOU WILL DIE!"
I have already heard that way too many times, thought Dennis scornfully to himself but he kept his expression of anxiety. There was a pause then the pit spoke again.
"DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO REPORT ABOUT THE MAN WAY UPSTAIRS?" asked the Wall of Flesh in a concerned tone.
"No," muttered Dennis as he settled on another perch above the bottomless pit, "The meteorite is the only sign that he still there. None of his... 'preachers' have crossed the border. If the user continues to disrupt the balance, this will be your end."
"I ALREADY KNOW THAT," snapped the Wall of Flesh, "WHAT ABOUT THE OLD ONE'S ARMY?"
"Still no sign of his army," sighed Dennis, "Although if the user starts drawing attention to himself, they'll eventually come. I heard from the demon eyes that the Goblins are stirring. The eye, the worm and the brain are the only parts of him that are known to be here and two of them are dead."
"THAT IS NOT THE BEST BUT IT WILL HAVE TO DO FOR NOW," muttered the Wall of Flesh, "FOR NOW YOU MUST FINISH THAT VOODOO DOLL OR THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!"
"Yes my most esteemed lord of evilness," muttered Dennis with such a hint of sarcasm that his master couldn't hear as he bowed and flew off. There was silence. Then the voice of the pit screamed again.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL DOING STANDING AROUND, LOOKING LIKE IDIOTS! GET BACK TO WORK!"
And with that the creature of Hell scampered away from the pit, filled with anxiety of what was to come.