Not much later, a small rowboat arrived. It sailed against the flow of corpses and in the back of the boat sat the ferryman. It was a man, or rather, a skeleton with just small layer of skin covering his bones, as thin and gray as a layer of dust. He had a paddle in his hand which he slowly got the boat forward with.
The demon stood up when he saw the boat.
"Hey! Ferryman! Hurry up!" the demon said brandishing.
As if the ferryman had not heard him, he continued to row at the same pace and eventually docked at the shore. He looked at the demon with his hollow eyes and held his hand in front of him as if he wanted the demon to give him something.
"What do you want?" the demon responded as he looked at the hand of the ferryman.
The man pulled out a roll of parchment and handed over it to the demon.
"Hm.."
The demon rolled it open.
"A single trip to the other side of the Styx costs one obol. Give this to ferryman Charon and remember to keep your arms and legs inside of the boat. It is also not allowed to touch the water."
The demon rolled the scroll back up and looked at the ferryman. The ferryman looked back, but even this lifeless skeleton seemed not to feel very comfortable with this demon around.
Then the demon burst out laughing.
"One obol?! You want me to give you money? Hahaha! I don't think so, mister Charon! You're going to take me to the other side of the Styx, and you will do it all for free!"
Charon looked at him, then shook his head. His bones creaked unstable. He held his hand in front of him and this time the demon did not look happy.
Suddenly he grabbed the ferryman and pulled him close. The boatman let out an inhuman scream, but this didn't scare the demon at all. With his pale face close to that of the ferryman he whispered:
"Do you know what happens when you won't do what I say, Charon?"
The skeleton cried softly.
"Do you know? Well? I'll tell you..."
The demon looked darkly at the skeleton. Suddenly the demon opened his mouth and a creepy, worm-like tongue came out. The skeleton groaned again and tried to get away when the tongue almost touched his face. Then the demon curled his tongue back into his mouth and let go of the ferryman. Despite the fact that the ferryman had hollow eyes and just barely had skin on his face, it was extremely clear that he was frightened as hell. He did not know how fast he had to crawl to the other side of the boat.
"Then we will not experience such best things, Charon," the demon grinned.
The boatman nodded quickly and motioned for the demon to sit down. The demon got an excited look on his face and cheerfully sat down in the boat.
"Nice that we agree!" he said cheerfully. "And uh, now we're going to spend this boat trip together, let me introduce myself."
His eyes were dark, his mouth formed a creepy smile and his snow-white hair fell over his face.
"My name is Ghirahim. Demon Lord Ghirahim."