—Then all of a sudden, everyone surprised heard Agaliarept—the Henchman say,

“There isn’t much to tell,” he listlessly spit up and out of his horse head mouth. He was the one whom he made the High Priest so long ago at Hell’s request. ‘How things change,’ he told his second-self. There was an old saying on Atlantis, that: ‘All the gems in the world drift back to Atlantis, as does all of Hells, subversive spirits, demons.’ He told himself sitting in the boat, ‘What else could I have done, demons would be virtually unstoppable if it were not for a few attributes they commonly lack.’ That is, if he wanted to keep his kingdom. He could had given it up, I suppose, and lived like other human beings. Demons he knew had no reason, love or compassion. It was not part of their nature. The human hero has the light of the sun, and reason on his side, but now he had only a vanished dawn.

In Atlantis, he was introduced to many demonic forces throughout his region. There was the uncouth Japanese Oni who could ingest vineyards of wine, when he came to visit the king, the king had to have twenty people gather up the grapes and crush them to produce wine for him during his stay, and he spit out rivers of crap when he laughed; he hopped he’d not meet that disgusting creature down here in Hell. It was a hundred demons who built parts of Atlantis, for the saying is true, ‘work like a demon,’ they need no rest, but at times they crave passion, and he had to provide many women for them. Yes, obsessive workaholics they can be. He never told her, but one time he allowed one to enter his bed with him, and enchant his wife, unknowingly to her. Or maybe she knew and said nothing. They were not happy with nothing. Now he was joining their world. But didn’t he think somewhere along the line, this day would come. I mean, did he think everyone goes to the other place, paradise? Is that rational thinking? Or do we tell ourselves that so we can do as we please, a not be accountable to conscious, God or man [?]