Luz dragged her palm down her face, and groaned into her hand. Her tummy groaned right back at her, and she whimpered. She was usually better at feeding herself than this. But the girl was especially lazy today. It was Saturday, she had just managed to get over the weirdness that had happened last night (spoiler alert: she slept it off like it never happened), and had spent the morning playing video games on her computer. She was slamming back energy drinks to keep herself ready, and to keep herself from having to make something to eat. But it was starting to become futile, her guts threatening civil war lest they get something more filling than another gulp of Monster.

But that would involve getting up, wouldn't it?

She glanced at her clock. 11 AM. She had been up since 6, had been sweating her ass off in every match, and even if it wasn't lunch time, she could scarf down something in 15 seconds if she really tried. It was tempting. But the effort of feeding herself seemed like a mountain that she could put off for at least another hour. Maybe two, if she kept up the caffeine intake.

She leaned back in her chair and groaned again, "I wish someone would bring me some Subway!"

No sooner had the words left her lips did she hear a knock on the door, and a generous few rings of the doorbell. Luz slumped down into her chair a bit, but when whoever it was started slamming the doorbell to the tune of Ringaringaringaringa seemingly as fast as they could, she dragged herself up.

Her feet clod against the floor, and she did her best to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

The door flung open, and there stood Amity Blight, all purple hair, cocky grin, flashy leather jacket, and Subway bag in hand.

"Wish granted!" She chimed, pushing her way past the dumbfounded (and now VERY awake) Luz, setting the bag down on the coffee table and launching herself onto the girl's couch. Luz felt herself blush again. Because, hey, Amity all sprawled out. Pretty damn good view. Once she had composed herself, she shut the door and whipped around to point at the girl currently stuffing her face with a sandwich.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Amity spoke through a mouthful of food, "One down, six to go!"

It took the wheels in Luz's head a few moments to catch up.

"I didn't wish for anything! I didn't call you!"

Amity smirked, "Dude, you totally did," she said, gesturing to the sandwich in her hand and the bag left on the table.

"B-But that wasn't a wish, I was just thinking out loud!"

"…You said 'I wish' didn't you?"

Luz faltered, "W-Well, yeah, I did, but-"

"Sounds like a wish to me!"

Luz felt her face morph into a snarl, "You're an asshole."

Amity stretched out a bit, deliberately taking her time, "I'm the Devil," she said, stretching out every letter of the last word, "Being a bit of a douche is like… My whole thing."

"I wasn't even ready for a first wish! Not that this was even a wish," Luz ranted, holding her head, "Because you are not the Devil and this is just a really weird prank!"

"I mean, hey, you got what you wanted, right?"

"…"

"Oh, and here's your card back. Thanks for the sandwich, sweet potato!"

Luz fumbled to grab her debit card as it was tossed into the air, taking a good look at it and back at Amity once she had it in her grasp. It was definitely hers, it had definitely been taken by Amity, and she had no idea when it happened. The punk rock Hot Topic poster child on her couch stuffed more of her sandwich down her throat, and before Luz could continue to protest, her tummy gave her one last warning.

She sighed in defeat, grumbling to herself, "You don't even know what I like from Subway."

Amity held up a finger, yet again speaking through a mouthful, "Footlong, double ham, lettuce, peppers, tomato, olive oil, extra provolone, on Italian, untoasted."

Luz silently pulled the sandwich out of the bag, peeled away the paper to study the food, and stood emotionless.

It was exactly what she had been wanting.

Defeated, Luz finally flopped down on the couch, reluctantly putting the sandwich in her mouth. It didn't help that it tasted really good.

Amity was already starting to grab one of the cookies from the bag when she started talking again, "Sooo, what's wish number two gonna be?"

"You mean number one?"

"Nope, you got your sandwich, you're on wish two, deal with it."

"You are a pain in the ass."

"You made the deal with the Devil-"

"Stop saying you're the Devil!" Luz snapped. Amity perked up from the couch, a wicked grin twisting onto her face.

"I like you, you know? You've got balls."

"Oh, is that why you kissed me last night?"

Amity shrugged, "I'm Satan. I like to kiss pretty girls on the mouth. So what?"

Luz just groaned, "You are not, so stop saying it."

"But I am!" Amity protested, in a rather childish manner, "And I can prove it! But no, here you are wasting my time and yours, by trying to say I'm not who I say I am and wondering why I kissed you."

Luz scoffed, "Yes, because that's a smart thing to be doing! You kissed me, and before I could even start to think about it or tell you to go stick your head up your ass, you were gone!"

"I don't remember you pulling away, sweet potato."

Luz cleared her throat as she blushed.

"Listen, I'm sure everything will make sense eventually. But, for now, I gotta be honest: I got places to be. There's an earthquake in Japan, and I got a lot to do there. So if you wanna make this quick, I'd really like that."

Luz groaned, took another bite of her sandwich, and finally started to think. Because this girl was not the Devil, she was not going to grant a wish, she probably just stole her debit card, and she isn't really, really hot.

…She might be a bit hot.

But, there was no way she could grant a wish.

"You know what? Fine. You're the Devil, you can grant me any wish?"

Amity nodded, perking up again with a giddy grin.

"Then I…" Luz thought for a moment, looking around for inspiration. That's when something caught her eye.

"I want to be just like the Good Witch Azura! I want to be powerful, I want to have magical powers, and I want to be able to help people in need! I want to be seen as a hero, and I want everyone to know that I can always save the day!"

Amity clapped her hands, standing up and tossing her cookie aside, "Finally, something juicy! And a pretty classic one, I might add. Lot's of people go for rich and powerful. You may not be rich with this one, but powerful is definitely something I can get behind."

Luz smirked, doing her best to quiet the nagging voice in her head telling her that she couldn't have thought of anything more childish. She was cringe, but she was happy damnit.

"So, let me recap. You wanna be like the witch from your favorite book series- Which, can I add? I love The Good Witch Azura, great books, still need to read book five-"

"You haven't read book five yet?"

"Some things are kind of hard to get in Hell."

Luz just nodded like she understood.

"You wanna be magical, powerful, and a big time hero, yeah? Wanna stop all the baddies dead in their tracks, right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Great! Now, before we get too crazy here," Amity stepped forwards, taking hold of Luz's hand and placing an old, dirty flip phone in her palm. Luz glanced down at it, flicked it open, and looked back at Amity, puzzled.

"If, for whatever reason, things aren't going your way, you just give me a call. 666. I'll be right there and we can get you out!"

Luz nodded, "Alright, sounds goo- Wait why wouldn't it go the way I want?"

Amity shrugged, "Who knows? Maybe I missed some details and you want me to help course correct."

Luz gave another, slightly less trusting nod. Not that she was actually worried, of course, because this was just a weird prank. Still, it was the principle of the whole deal.

"Now, wish for it! And remember, you gotta say 'I wish'!"

Luz looked down at the flip phone in her hand, up at the girl in front of her, and sighed. This was probably the dumbest thing she had ever done in her entire life. And here she was. Humoring this prank. Just so she could prove that this chick wasn't the Devil. No matter how much she clearly hasn't backed down, it was just a really good poker face. Because magic (sadly) isn't real, and Amity Blight is not the Devil.

"I wish that I were like the Good Witch Azura, powerful, a hero, with magical spells and a staff, who will always be there to help people in need!"

Amity smiled wide, and that hint of flare came back into her eyes, as they shrunk to nothing more but razor like slits, the fires of Hell showing their faces for just the briefest of moments.

"See you soon!"

A dash of cool washed across Luz's face, and her eyes shot open. She looked around. She was just barely in the shade, the tent above her head keeping her safe from the sun. A glance to her left saw an open meadow, flowers hosting the likes of bees and butterflies. to her right, a dirt trail running along a dense bit of forest. The tracks of wooden wheels were fresh, leading right up to the tents, just like the many, many hoofprints.

She glanced at a table. It was filled with various props of all sorts. Shields, swords, real swords, costumes. There were vials and glass bottles, jars of liquid and various other more lucrative props. Things like torches, bags of glittery powders, and large fans. She looked down, and found herself astounded.

The water in the cleaning trough was fairly clear, and shone just enough that Luz got a clear look at herself. She looked like she normally did, minus the costume. It was remarkably well done. The colors may have been a tad off, but it was a faithful recreation of the outfit worn by The Good Witch Azura. The crown that rested around the hat gleamed brilliantly, even without the help of the sun. Looking down at the chest of her gown, Luz took in the sight of the deep purple, and the near perfect star in the center.

She looked even closer. The stitches were very clearly done by hand, every single one. Not just along the chest, but throughout the entire gown. It was a painstakingly handcrafted work of art, and the stitches were perfect. A look over to her hand finally caught her a glimpse of her staff.

The staff itself was solid wood, design carefully carved into it. The knots in the wood were just barely visible, having been cut out by hand in what must have been hours of work. The colors were intricately laid out along its guard, and down the length of its handle. But the most striking part of it was the glass centerpiece.

It was handmade, just like the rest of it, and hand painted. It was hollow, sure, but that wasn't important. What was important were the small imperfections in it. Luz looked closer, and could even see the way the glass had been turned as it was blown into shape. She gave it a tentative tap, and it hummed a gentle tone for a brief second.

And then Luz looked over to her left, and saw a table piled with food. Bread, wine, water, butter, the works. There was even an entire ham hock, tied tightly with butchers twine. Luz's tummy growled again, and she felt her mouth water. She didn't eat much before she got here, and rather than question the magical bread or if she could even eat it, or even stopping to think about what Amity had done to make this happen, she was grabbing a slice of the loaf loaded with butter and moaning as she took a bite.

Her indulgence was short lived however, as another woman made her way over to her. The woman wore a very plain dress, with a corset synched so tight around her waist that she looked like she was about to pop. She took the food from Luz's hand and set it down, giving her a firm smack on the shoulder.

"It's your turn to go on!" She said, shooing Luz away from the food, and over to the side.

Luz suddenly found herself staring at a dark curtain, and she took a bit of a look around, only finding a large wooden wall and a set of very shoddy looking steps. She was about to ask what exactly was happening, when a large man gave her a quick shove from behind. Luz got the message and nearly tripped as she made her way up the steps past the curtain.

As she stood on the stage, she saw what was clearly a man inside of one of the most lazy monster costumes she had ever seen. It was poorly patched together, and had little more than sticks and a painted on mouth to do its best to be scary. It looked like it could barely scare a toddler. And, in the arms of the man, stood a woman doing her best to look horrified.

That wasn't what got Luz's attention the most, though. No, no what caught her attention the most was the crowd in front of the stage.

They were all children.

Amity had made her the hero of a children's theatrical act at some fucking ren faire.

Luz felt her face get flushed. She knew that her interest in Azura was childish, but this was just embarrassing. It didn't help her nerves when the children began to cheer as they saw her, and the woman in the arms of the "beast" began to call out for help.

Luz decided she would make a mental note of what to tell Amity later. For now, she decided she would do her best to try and figure out something to say, rip this bandaid off quick, and then get back home to chew out the girl who put her here.

She struck a pose, and took hold of her staff, and opened her mouth to speak. That was, until she saw a flash of purple in the audience. At the very back, cocky expectant grin and all, was Amity. And now Luz was extra shy.

'Don't do it,' said the tiny Luz in her head, 'You're gonna embarrass yourself. Just make up some stuff!'

'Like what?' Said the big Luz to the tiny Luz, 'We don't even know what our lines are supposed to be!'

Luz swallowed her pride, and spoke.

"Do not underestimate me, Gildersnake," Luz said, pointing a finger at the "monster".

The monster made a piss poor snarl and turned to face her, waving it's victim around.

"For I am The Good Witch Azura," she called, fighting down her blush and the crack in her voice, "Warrior of peace!"

She paused for the briefest of moments as she held her fist to her chest, looking out to see Amity give her a big thumbs up and a shit eating grin. And, the closer she looked, the more she saw the phone camera that was out and recording her. Luz was now tomato red, and felt her tummy do a quick somersault. But it didn't take long for the embarrassment to turn to anger.

A smirk found its way onto Luz's face, and she dropped to a knee.

"Now eat this, sucka!" Luz cried.

The glass head of the staff began to hum, loudly, and quickly began to glow a brilliant red, like it was back in the forge that had made it. Luz took a quick peek down at it, and felt her heart skip a beat. Looking back up, she saw the woman in the arms of the monster, jaw slack. Suddenly, the confidence that was lost the moment she stepped back on stage came flooding back into Luz's heart, and whatever bad comments she had said about Amity fell away.

She pulled back on the purple slide of the staff. A ball of fire shot from the tip of the staff, draining the color from inside the glass, toppling Luz onto her haunches. It careened at the actors, and made direct contact with the monster. Luz watched in amazement as time practically slowed down. The monsters feet were dragged away from the earth, the woman in his arms fell to the floor. And in a split second the man was hurled back across the dirt path, into the forest, and slammed directly into the trunk of a tree in a brilliant inferno.

Luz got back to her feet, a smile brighter than gold on her face as she looked down at her staff in amazement. Smoke poured from the tip of the glass, and the color pulsed a deep red. Luz's heart raced, deep tingles flowing from her chest and into the staff, creeping up into the glass gem and slowly bringing its shade back to a brilliant blue, shining like a star in the night sky. She could feel the energy, the magic literally flowing from her heart.

Finally looking up with a grin, she scanned the audience to see Amity. She couldn't help but be a little confused when she didn't see her. She glanced down to see if she had moved closer, but saw nothing but a crowd of children, now screaming, turning tail and running back to the village just over the hills.

And she locked eyes with a burly man, who grabbed a pitchfork from the mound of dirt he sat on. An arm like stone pointed a finger right at Luz.

"Witchcraft!" He boomed.

And Luz's blood ran cold.

Luz sprinted into the woods, past the smoldering crater of the man she had accidentally fireballed into a tree. She did her best to keep the staff with her, the hat having long fallen off her head and her gown easily torn on the branches and thickets in her wake. Her breath wheezed, the pulse of her heart pounding in her head. Behind her, an angry mob followed only a few hundred feet behind, shouting obscenities and throwing whatever they could at her in the hopes it would land a hit.

She looked over her shoulder just long enough to see the face of the burly man from before, his eyes filled with a burning hatred and disgust. He held a pitch fork and a torch, carefully guiding his way with the latter held high above his head so the crowd could keep up.

Luz turned her attention back in front of her, ducking below branches and twisting along trunks. She hopped over a log that had fallen and began to rot, catching a sizable chunk of the mob off guard and toppling them. Mr. Big and Burly shifted his hand, and hurled the pitchfork over his head. Luz turned back at the sound, and her eyes bugged out. She quickly swung out the staff in her hand, pointing it to the sky and at the flying spear headed her way.

A shock ran from the ground, up Luz's entire body and down her arm, coursing through the staff and shooting out in a bolt of flame at the pitchfork, causing a loud bang and a shower of splinters. She took a quick moment to look at the staff, before remembering that she was supposed to be running for her life.

As every fiber of her body began to ache, Luz started thinking at least a little bit. Her eye caught the trunk of a tree head, one that reached up far above her head, and she got an idea.

She grabbed the staff in her hand and looked dead center at the trunk of the tree. She took a deep breath, and flung the staff out to follow her gaze. The rush came again, like the Earth itself was sending the heat of the core up through the soil and into her body. It rushed up her spine, through her heart, and shot out the end of the staff in a huge fireball. As the splinters came flying her way, she covered her face, and put the last bit of energy she had into one last sprint.

The tree snapped and crackled, protesting its demise, but eventually listed, and came down in what was a moment of total silence. Time slowed down, and the mob found themselves screeching to a halt, and scattering.

Luz had found a small burrow to hide in by the time she heard the crash of the tree hitting the ground. The rumbles in the Earth followed soon after, making her gasp. She fumbled around her body, desperate to find the stupid phone. Once she got it, she fought past shaky hands to dial 666. As the phone rang, Luz started to hear voices fill up the forest. The deep, bone shaking voice of Mr. Burly filled the forest with an order to spread out.

The seconds felt like hours as Luz did her best to muffle the phone, and quiet her breath. Every snap of a branch, every rustle, every gust of wind had her on edge, knuckles white around her staff.

"Hurry, hurry," she whisper screamed.

The phone rang again.

A branch snapped.

And another.

Luz felt her heart slam into her ribs.

Finally, Amity picked up.

"Yes, sweet potato?"

Luz could feel the footsteps shaking the ground.

"Get me out of here!"

Amity paused, and Luz was hearing more feet coming her way.

"C'mon, I have a cute name for you! Use it back, why don't you?"

Luz could hear the breaths of the mob.

"Please help me, sweet potato!"

The war cry of the burly man from before made Luz jump out of her own skin, and she caught the feintest glimpse of a spear coming down from the corner of her eye. She wrenched her eyes shut, and moved the staff to block.

But nothing came.

She waited.

Still nothing.

Was she dead already?

She was half sure she was dead, and was already ready to give Amity a shitstorm before she went to Hell. That was, until a familiar voice said, "You can open your eyes now."

And so Luz did. And found herself cowering like an idiot, at nothing, sat peacefully under a tree, Amity sprawled out in the grass beside her, basking in the sunlight.