There was a team of us against three of the most powerful demons ever to have walked the face of the planet. For some reason the fight took place at a house in Yorkton. The fight involved knives, trickery and guns and not so much on magic and spells. One demon died, replaced with another powerful demon. But the demon didn't die without taking a member or members of our group. After the second demon died, taking a few peoples lives in the process, the third demon came in. He looked a lot like a buffed up Will Smith with a bad moustace and dark sunglasses. He presented himself at Beelzebub (or a name sounding like that), the lord of the flies. He asked to have twenty minutes of silence, shortly before he pushed the leader of our group onto an easy chair and brutally murdered and castrated him. Me and another guy left to the mall to have lunch. We started heading back. There was a line up of people walking somewhere. Where was no cars and the only one on wheels were me and the other guy...and we were on bicycles. These citizens seemed to be walking to either their salvation or to their doom. I felt a sense of uneasiness as I cycled back to the house to fight the third demon as I knew we weren't going to win.

I woke up.