Inside the house, Alastor began preparing to dine alone the way he always dined. The way he liked to dine. A candlelit meal of frog eyes, squirrel liver, and rabbit heart. A meal that may have sounded nasty or just wrong to some because he was eating the unconventional organs of cute animals but to Alastor it was a delectable assortment of the most tender and flavored meats. He had just consumed the first eye ball when he heard a noise. It sounded like his door opening.

"I thought I told you to stay outside." He called to Angel.

"I am outside!" Angel replied from outside.

Now Alastor heard some sort of skittering noise. Okay so Angel hadn't opened the door but somebody had. He saw shadow flint by and spun around to see what had intruded in his household. It was three cherubs.

"Well gents." Said the only female of the group. "It's a far cry from the farm but what choice do we have?"

"It's not home Keenie." Said the thinist member. "But it'll do just fine."

"But the food here is simply ghastly Collin." Said the chubbiest one. "Meat everywhere. Bleach! Awful stuff!"

"Worry not Cletus." Assured the female. "We'll just grow our own garden. I have leftover cuttings from the farm."

"Excuse me." Alastor grabbed all three of them by their tails. "But just what do you think you're doing in my house?"

But before he could throw them out, he was hit by something from behind. It was a clear coffin which contained a comatose young girl and the ones who had placed her upon display were seven trolls.

"Oh no, no, no, dead broad off the table!" Alastor yelled.

"Where are we supposed to put her?" Demanded one of the trolls. "The bed's taken."

"Huh?"

Confused, Alastor rushed across the kitchen and into his bedroom discovering a werecat resting comfortably in his bed.

"What?" The werecat said irritably.

"Why do you get the bed Husk?" Complained the cherub called Cletus.

"Cause I called dibs." The feline answered. "Now why don't you whiny little lambs make yourselves useful by getting me a stiff drink?"

"That's not fair!" Argued the cherub named Keenie. "We need the bed way more than you do. Our wool is sensitive and it needs a firm mattress to keep it from falling out."

"Also we don't have fleas." Added the last one named Collin.

"Fleas?!" Now that was it for Alastor. He grabbed Husk by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out from under the covers. "Pardon my rudeness but you all are not welcome here. This is my home and I much prefer to live a private life so I insist that you trespassers be on your way!"

He carted Husk to the front door and threw him out. But outside a surprise was waiting for him. A very big surprise.

Filling Alastor's forest, as far as the eye could see, was a teeming sea of un-happing mythical creatures. Imps, trolls, werewolves, werecats, centaurs, fawns, kappas, sprites, cherubs, satyrs, tengus, yumboes, griffins, tanuki, every creature of lore imaginable were setting up refugee tents everywhere. Alastor's jaw hung open as he took in the crowd of uninvited guests.

"Oh no! No! No!" He said shaking his head rapidly. "What the devil is going on here?!"

At once all eyes were pointed at Alastor.

"Who are you people?! And what are you doing on my property?!" He shouted. "How dare you trespass here! Get out of here! All of you! Move it!"

He tried to shoo them off his land but the effort was futile. There were too many of them and they were all running around in terror. It was like trying to heard cats.

Finally, Alastor's glare landed on Angel.

"Hey don't look at me, I didn't invite them." He said.

Then out of the swarm stepped Velvet. She had been "volunteered" by a shove from behind.

"Well technically no one invited us." She explained while trembling. "We were forced to come here."

"By who?" Alastor demanded.

"Lord Vox." Collin spoke up. "He signed an eviction notice."

"I don't care. This is not a camping ground. This is private property and none of you have my permission to be here."

"But you don't understand." A female imp approached him. "We have no where else to go. Lord Vox hates all creatures of myth and lore so he's forced us to leave our homes and banished us here. The lucky ones that is. The others like my poor husband Moxxie, are being held prisoner by the mad man and tortured for information."

She broke down crying and Alastor rolled his eyes but handed her a tissue from his coat pocket.

"Thank you." She said before blowing her nose into it. "Anyway, the point is we don't want to be here anymore than you want us too. But if we go back then it's curtains for all of us."

"Alright." Alastor said. "Who knows where this...Vox fellow is?"

The creatures all looked at him blankly. All except for Angel.

"Oh I do! I know where he is!" Angel volunteered.

Alastor was intent on ignoring him. Angel meant only trouble.

"Does anyone else know where to find him? Anyone at all?"

They all pointed in different directions. Meanwhile Angel started to leap up into Alastor's line of sight.

"Me! Me! Oh! Oh! Pick me! Oh I know! Me! Me!"

Alastor sighed.

"Okay fine."

He made an announcement.

"Attention all mythical creatures, do not get comfortable! You have worn out your welcome which wasn't even given out in the first place and I have no intention of sharing my land! In fact I have decided to speak with this Lord Vox and insist that he have you fall removed from my estate and sent back to wherever it is you all came from!"

There was a brief silence as the creatures absorbed this news. Then they erupted into loud cheering.

"Yaaayyyy!"

Alastor was briefly surprised by the crowd's reaction. No one had ever cheered for him before however he chose not to think much on the praise. He grabbed a lantern from one of the imps and ushered Angel along as the two started their journey.

"Sweet we're going on a road trip." Angel said. "This'll be good cardio."

"Now you're certain that you know where Lord Vox is located?" Alastor asked.

"Yep. Val used to make me cart drugs and booze to that joint all the time. I know the way there like the back of all my four hands. But I should warn you he's not exactly the reasonable type. In fact I'm pretty sure if you try to talk to him he'll have you executed."

"Ha!" Alastor laughed. "He wouldn't be the first to try to kill me and if he does make such a foolish attempt he'll end up failing miserably like every other idiotic human who thought they could exterminate me."

"Well were these other humans in a position of power? Because he is. He's regent you know."

"I don't care if he's king of all the nine kingdoms. He dumped unwanted guests on in my forest. He basically invaded my home without even consulting me, this will not stand."

"Okay but I'm warning you Al, this man literally has no sense of reason. He's probably the most irrational person on the planet and an irrational person with a powerful position is something to be greatly feared."

"I fear nothing and no one, especially a human who thinks he has the right to disrupt my home and lifestyle. I mean of all the nerve, did he even consider that someone else was probably living in that forest? That maybe they spent their whole life searching and working to make the proper home for himself with no help from anyone?"

"No offense Al but not many people in general would think that, in matters of an area like a dark forest. Most of them think that nobody in their right mind would want to live in such a place. And he probably banished all those creatures there because he hoped they would all get eaten or something."

"I couldn't possibly eat those creatures." Alastor said. "The lot of them are very high cholesterol and have tough meat."

"Can you please not say stuff like that when we're alone in the dark of night? Why don't we do something that won't scar me for life like sing a road trip song?"

"Do not sing. I do not wish to become anymore irritated than I already am."

"Can I whistle then?"

"No."

"Can I hum?"

"Very well. If you must."

And off they went walking into the woods. A tsuchigumo and his new friend the wendigo.