(earlier that day ...)
"Ugh. Where am I?"
In the black forest of the underworld, someone was lying on the ground. It was a demon with white hair and a red-yellow jacket. He wore long, white gloves and had blue diamonds as earrings. The skin of the demon was strangely pale.
The demon got up and he looked around. There was a large sign in front of him that read: THE REALM OF TWILIGHT.
"Oh, clear enough," chuckled the demon, and he stepped into the shadowy realm.
Everywhere he looked he saw black, leafless trees and it was dark and foggy. Indifferent the demon walked through the forest and looked around. Why he was here, or how he got here, he did not know. The last thing he could remember was that Demise pulled a sword out of his chest. He had thought that he then alongside Demise could help dominate the world, but this turned out not to be the case.. And after that he appeared in this weird world.
The demon walked brisk and then stumbled upon a river. Carefully he bent over the river and looked into the water.. He saw forms of dead bodies below the water's surface and some even seemed to look at him. They were all floating along with the flow of the river and didn't seem to be alive. The demon grinned and walked to the edge of the river as he looked cheerfully at the bodies. Then, he came across another sign.
RIVER: THE STYX, it said. And below: PLEASE WAIT FOR THE FERRYMAN TO COME.
The demon rolled his eyes and then sat down. He looked curiously at the water and then held his hand above it. Grinning, he slowly lowered his hand into the water.
Suddenly one of the bodies in the water gripped his hand. The body looked horrible and groaned creepily. The demon wasn't scared or startled at the sight of this ghostly figure, but grabbed the arm of the dead himself and pulled him onto the shore.
The dead did not expect this and moaned even louder as he lay writhing on the bank next to the demon. With a cheerful grin on his face the demon took out a pitch black, sharp sword and held it to the throat of the winding body.
"Can you deliver a message to the ferryman?" the demon asked smoothly.
The corpse looked at him with big, white eyes without pupils, and then looked at the sword. It groaned quietly and tried to crawl back to the Styx.
But the demon grabbed the corpse again at its half-digested arm.
"I hate to say things twice, sir Corpse. So listen up: CAN YOU DELIVER A MESSAGE TO THE FERRYMAN?!"
The corpse groaned and nodded cautiously.
"Beautiful!" the demon said cheerfully. "Listen, I want you to tell him to come right away, okay? I don't want to be here all day. I don't to be kept waiting, so hurry up."
The corpse nodded again, and when the demon pushed it back into the Styx, the corpse did not know how fast it was to get away from the demon and began to swim along with the flow of the river, past all the other dead silent, floating bodies.
The demon grinned darkly and picked some of the withered grass.