Mo started singing and Mike couldn’t help himself and joined. Just look at that: a huge grey blue triple horned Demon holding a little girl’s hand, being all hippity-hopping with a flower in his hair while a flying purple flame was trying to keep up behind them.
What a sight!
Demons would be rolling in their graves of fiery brimstone if they saw this right now. Not to mention the raccoons that were following along on the tiny path that lead to the center of the island.
On this quest for the strange macguffin that nobody in the party understood, the oddly assorted creatures crossed the forest, stopped in front of every flower, indulged on a few fruits, got sick, drank some water from a conveniently close stream, set off again, stubbed their toes, and repeated that process until they were too exhausted to move another step.
Eventually, they found a clearing, with branches dry enough that Kim could start a small fire with them.
Using her distinct purple flames, she was successfully able to keep them all warm, and our friends finally took a well deserved nap.
Mister raccoon was the first to wake up as the first set of stars shyly made their entrance on the great, dark curtain of the early night’s sky.
Mesmerized, he gently shook his wife awake so they could spend a very romantic moment gazing at the distant shiny dots floating in the cold emptiness of the universe. A 'D’awww' was let loose, and immediately broke the mood… Well done, Mike!
After a quick wash in the stream nearby, the company set out once again, this time paying a bit more attention to what they ate.
“How much further is it, Mo?” Kim mumbled, “I’m sick of putting these leaves on fire and wasting time watching Mike splash around in the water.”
Kim was a grumpy, grumbling little fire hazard, and the raccoons were getting tired of the constant back and forth between path and stream. Especially since they were the only ones responsible enough to try and put out potential forest fires.
Mike was too distracted by the pretty flowers all around him, while Mo was too busy keeping him on the track. She wondered how a Demon could be so absentminded.
Three hours later, they arrived at another clearing.
This time, it was the one they had been aiming for. The stream started here, a beautiful little cascade in between some sparkling geodes.
Its reflection shone like a million diamonds in the Demon’s eyes. A few tears fell down his pale skinned cheeks as his sight fixated on the pure beauty and perfection of the quiet scene. The tender hearted Demon had found it.
Zondaar watched from his dwelling below. He thought about quitting on the spot, remembered the climate change incident and simply shrugged it off.
Kim silently approached the beautiful cascade, cautious not to get too close. However, a thought came to her head, and she blurted: “So this is what we’ve been searching for so long?! Why it- It doesn’t look like blood at all! It’s just water!” She was obviously disappointed.
All these efforts for a few drops of water didn’t seem worth it to her at all.
If water was what they needed, they could have taken it when they were back in Paris! The Seine was big enough to drown half of Hell for all she knew!
But you see, this water was special! It was clean, and pure, and joyous. It emerged, glorious and strong, from the heart of this uninhabited island.
No human hand could ever have stained it. Mankind could never lay its hand on its majesty, and no Demon had ever approached it before. Let's face it: Mike didn’t really count as a Demon with his golden heart.
Only a little girl knew of its existence, and she respected it deeply, dropping flowers into the water to greet the spirits every time she came here.
Mike took a small flask from inside his pocket and respectfully knelt before the cascade.
He bowed his head in front of the mystic lake and apologized for what he was about to do. With eyes closed and hair half covering his face, he began: “I’m sorry, lake of wonders. For you see, I need Virgin’s Blood, and this is the only thing I know of that resembles it. I hope I won’t hurt you if I take a few drops.”
I’d say that a miracle happened, except miracles are usually performed by God’s emissary or the likes, and this had nothing to do with any of them.
Someway, somehow, those few drops of pure water that Mike had taken into his flask started to shine brightly, almost blindingly, and even acquired a silver hue.
“Whoa! So cool!” shouted the Demon as he took a good look at his achievement.
“Hold up, what the Hell is happening?” asked Kim, confused.
“Water spirits, you rock!” exclaimed Mo, happy for the gift given to the two adventurers.
The raccoons applauded. They might not be able to talk, but they sure can applaud. It’s the best thing that these animals can do in this situation.
And so, unknowingly, Mike had found a flaw in the Demon system: pure water can work as a substitute for Virgin’s Blood, simply because this was the purest water on earth, untouched by man, and preserved by time.
Our friend was suddenly lifted by an invisible force. Azazel, being too lazy to come himself, placed a black star on Mike’s forehead, officially marking him as a real Demon and a Food Gatherer.
He was now finally seen as an important part of society. Despite his flaws, he accomplished his dreams, and all it took was a little bit of courage and perseverance from that golden heart of his.
Mike was happy, as happy as a Demon could ever be.
To sum up this story is as easy as can be: Kids, do what you’re told, but do it your own way.
Who knows, you might meet some interesting people along the way, make cool friends, and find unexpected answers to both boring questions, and life’s greatest mysteries!
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