"Open a way to the Underworld, Demi-be-useful," Nick said.
Demiurge huffed but waved a hand, summoning a golden door that opened into the underworld.
"I only wish it would get rid of you for good."
"Aren't you coming with us?" the punk god asked with an innocent smile.
"I have a big mess to clean up here, thanks to you."
"Are you sure? I know Ramsha would love to see you," the punk god's smile grew malicious.
Demiurge scowled at the teenager, "You really should hurry, or the doorway just might close prematurely on an inconvenient person."
The punk kid laughed and walked through the door with a jaunty step, Dave and Eleanor followed quickly.
The doorway closed behind them leaving them in a barren field of black soil surrounded by mountains. Dave looked up to where the broken moon still hung in the sky, the only source of natural light in the dark of the underworld.
"Something happened between Demi and Ramsha?" Dave asked, glancing at Nick.
