“Ah, these waffles are so good!” Mike smiled as he masticated, “want a piece, Kim?”

She didn’t. She wanted Melancholy, and to know if they had finally made it to the Virgin Islands. She was beginning to miss her tent and growing tired of all these adventures. Especially the risk of dying, she wasn’t too fond of that.

They found a spot on the beach and sat down, enjoying the view of a sunset over the ocean. The location felt somewhat romantic, even though they had absolutely no idea what that word meant.

A butterfly fluttered over the resting landscape, only to be burnt to ashes when he mistook Kim for a shiny flower. Well, there went the romance…

Mike laid back on the sand, thinking hard.

He had a feeling they were in the right place, but there was something off: they still had no clue how to take blood from an island.

Does an island even bleed? And if it bleeds, does it scream? Does it fight back?

That was getting philosophical, and it occupied their minds until the last star appeared in the virtually black sky.

Mike finally stood up, brushed the sand off of his clothes, and started walking. They had no idea where to go, but it was cooling down and they had to start somewhere, right?

Suddenly, Kim rushed off as she saw a flash of light red in the distance. Mike followed as he caught sight of it as well.

Finally! She had found some more Melancholy! It took the form of the weirdest plant I have ever seen: heliconia stricta.

Seriously, look it up, it’s awesome!

It was pink, it was beautiful, and for once the color fed Kim without fading! This plant was perfect for her hunger, and she decided to find a way to bring it down to Hell once they returned.

Mike, out of breath, stood frozen on the spot. Flowers! Wild ones, this time! Not like the ones he had seen in Paris! These were completely unorganized, growing wherever, whenever and however they wanted in all their glorious freedom and weirdness.

The young Demon stood mesmerized by the beauty of it all, and was glad that Kim didn’t suck the color out of these magnificent wonders.

Both friends were as happy as they could be, grinning ear to ear, forgetting all about their quest and the threat of being sent to Heaven. They had not a care in the world and certainly didn’t want to move.

Hence, they didn’t. At all. For three full days. And then, unsurprisingly, something pulled them out of their trance and back to the real world.

“Hey, I remember you! You were on top of the Eiffel tower!” said a tiny shy broken voice. “What are you guys doing?”

It apparently belonged to the little one that had been hugging the Eiffel Tower next to Mike. She wasn’t scared, only genuinely curious.

Shall I explain the lack of fear of a little girl faced with a grey blue, triple horned Demon and a flying talking colored flame? Oh well, if you insist: this particular child had what grownups call 'a problem.'

She never understood why, it was just the way she was, and it made life easy for her when they weren’t trying to fix it. She didn’t care about how people looked.

She could see what they were inside, and neither Mike nor Kim seemed scary, not even on the inside.

They were more like your huggable Teddy Bear accompanied by your favorite Cool Aunt, you know? Especially if they were the ones that gave you the best birthday presents. Not scary at all, unless you really pushed it. And she wouldn't, the girl had a thing called Survival Instinct.