Somewhere in the depths of Hell, an 'oops' could be heard. Azazel had not planned to bring Atlantis back to the surface. In fact, he had somewhat forgotten of its existence.

Oh well, it was done now, and he couldn’t do much about it except maybe apologizing. But who are we kidding? The Master of Hell would never do such a thing. An 'oops' would be enough, he decided, and went back to reading reports of war in the Middle East. He wasn’t involved in it, but he was really impressed by the creativity of humans on this one.

Back on Atlantis, Mike had been surrounded by some angry fellows, while Kim did her best not to burn the whole island down. She may be scared, but for her sake, it was best not to do it since she would never survive in water. The Atlanteans wanted to know what the Hell, no pun intended, had happened.

Kim wanted to get the Hell out of here. Mike wanted a waffle. A perfect time to think about food. None of them would be satisfied...

“So your land was underwater for how long?” Was apparently not the right question. These guys had spears, shanks, carved knives, and other pointy things, but not the greatest sense of humor.

Mike retracted his query as the spears grew closer. “Okay, relax, I got it, no more questions… But I honestly have no idea what happened! I was somewhere very cold and too busy being attacked by penguins, it’s not me this time! And don’t blame poor Kim either. How would she know, she was with me the whole time?”

Penguins have not been sighted on Atlantis for… Well, forever, basically. It then comes as no surprise that the Atlanteans didn’t understand a word that spurted out of Mike’s mouth, which of course made them even angrier than they had been before. And that was no easy task.

The circle of pointy things and fishy ocean smells was getting smaller with every word.

“Mike, darling, could you please stop talking for a minute? Or thirty? Just so we might, you know... Survive this?!”

The two friends started to bicker, completely forgetting about the irate natives surrounding them.

They were stressed. They were tired. They were lost. And Mike really wanted that waffle, which made him even more grumpy.

Amidst the chaos that was unfolding around them, our heroes started to fight, oblivious to anything but themselves.

It was a ridiculous, glorious, ear-blasting fight, with flames and lightning bolts and confetti spewed out in random directions. Somehow, the fight became more harmful to the peaceful sea-turtles and marine creatures that were unlucky enough to come ashore rather than to anyone involved.

A proper Demon fight, so to speak.

“Stop this nonsense, you blithering fools!” yelled a confetti-covered half-naked man.

He held the biggest weapon, so he must be the leader of this precocious party, and didn’t seem too pleased with the colorful confetti plastered all over his island.

Pink was really not his favorite color, he preferred a more grassy shade of green. Any case, through all the confusion and yelling from all sides, two things became clear: nobody knew what was going on, and you can’t stab a flame with a pointy thing without burning the stick of aforementioned thing.

One native girl had tried, and ended up with a burning lance in her hands, which she dropped in surprise and caused another chain reaction, leading to the creation of a beautiful, fresh-out-of-the-oven glass vase that Mike picked up in a delicate manner. Be careful: it’s still hot.

“Look Kim, a vase! This’ll look nice in the cavern, with blackbells in it, wouldn’t you think?” Mike proclaimed happily.

It was at this moment the Atlantean leader knew: this Demon was a weird one, bickering and flowertalking despite the fact that he was on the verge of death at the hands of him and his tribe.

It would be of no help at all to his people if he tried to push their attacks any further. The leader groaned and uttered to his citizens: “Guys, let’s drop it. These fellows aren’t going to give us the answers we want. They look like the recipe for a fish food catastrophe. I say give them that vase and let them go.”

Mike’s eyes shone brightly when he understood that he could keep the vase. Kim’s burned with ire when she realized that they were seen as complete idiots. The leader’s were nothing but apathetic.

Kim hovered to Mike and abruptly declared: “Let’s go. We still have a quest to complete. No time for this nonsense,” as arrogant as she could be.

She was trying to impress the Atlanteans, who were, at this point, not giving a damn anymore. They just thought she looked like a total grump. The Demon did as he was told and prepared the teleportation spell, holding his new possession close to him.

Atlantis soon disappeared from under them, replaced by another sandy beach. This time without half-naked people shoving spears in their faces.

Whew! That wasn't a very pleasant experience for our friends, I would have filed a complaint if I were them.

“Please tell me we’re there this time, I’m not sure you could survive another teleport failure…” Kim’s voice sounded exhausted. She had even lost her usual bite, and wanted nothing more than to get some rest.

Mike still wanted a waffle, especially after having a brawl. And so they decided to go for a walk to see if they could find a place to eat and rest for a bit. Thankfully, they did!

They found an old eatery that was serving free waffles for the night, which made Mike very excited. With a dozen treats in hand, our friends headed back to the beach and got their well-deserved rest.

It was nice to take a break, for once.