Prologue
The tally man of hell pressed a button on his chair. The button was green and big. It was like one of those buttons you shouldn´t press, but you did anyway. It was in hell, you could do what you want.
A small purple demon walked into the room. He looked so thin that if you blew at him he might just fall apart. This was actually true, so no one did it (usually).
"You called?" said the purple demon named James.
"Give me the info of all jumps out of hell, for the past year." ordered the tally man, who´s name was Lord Pain.
"Well there has only been about 5 demons or imps missing in that time period, sir, but you should have been notified of those earlier." said James
"Yes, I have been notified of those events. What about the sword?" Pain asked.
"It is safe. None of the overlords men have found it or anyone else." James convinced him.
"Excellent." Pain moved into a more comfortable position.
Suddenly the loudspeaker spoke:
"Suspect running towards hells gates. Seems to be a demon. Guards engaging."
Lord Pain shot a glance at James.
"The gates are closed. He can´t get through." James said, cold sweat forming on his forehead.
"The suspect disposed the guards, heading towards gate." said the loudspeaker, with one of those cant-wait-until-I-can-get-home-and-watch-TV voices.
"The gates are closed." said James, now slightly shaking.
"Suspect has some kind of weapon. Seems to a sword." the loudspeaker said, now slightly interested.
James was trembling now. Pain was shaking with anger.
"Suspect reached gate. Now using the sword on gate."
There was silence. You could have heard a pin drop. But you couldn´t, because hell didn´t approve of pins, don´t ask why.
"Suspect opening gates and exiting hell. He seems to be making some kind of a hand gesture." the loudspeaker said:" His middlefinge..."
At that moment the loudspeaker and James exploded into icky green paste. It wasn´t pretty. It wasn´t supposed to be, I guess.
Lord Pain was furious. A demon had escaped. And with the sword! He was going to get into a lot of trouble. He had known the demon who had escaped. Even so he would have never guessed that his friend and ally would steal his most valued possession and run away with it.
"Never trust a demon." he muttered under his breath.
He went onto the internet, with one of those really small hand held computers. Black and red of course. He gave a bounty on the demons head. It was a lot of money. Hell, I kill him for that much. Assassins from all around hell would be dying (well, killin) to get their hands on him. He would not escape (evil laughter). At that moment the hunt for Thoke Harrison had begun.

(Love this part....
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