Gammon sat at the table in the Pub, with a glass of yellow liquid inside it. He didn't feel like drinking now. He just sat there, watching the others, who seemed to be terrified of him. That was part of his curse. He had been killed in Vietnam, but something happened. After he died, he had went straight to hell, and there he met Malbolgia. Malbolgia wanted him to lead his army against the armies of light, but he kept thinking. After a while, he reluctantly said yes. So that was why he was here. He had to wait for another couple of years, and then he would lead the army to defeat everything that was good. He slowly picked up the glass and took a few drinks, then sat it back down. He leaned back in his chair, pondering his decision.

Caspian was sitting at a table in the very back of the pub. He was alone, but when it came to fighting evil, he had everyone on his side. He crossed his eyes over to the demon and gave him a nasty look. Caspian disliked demons more than anything. It's not that they were evil, but they had destroyed everything they had. Once, while Caspian was young but amazingly strong, a squad of demons raided his home. They ate his parents at once. Caspian raged with anger at the vicious beasts and tried to climb out the window with his younger sister. But the demons grabbed his sister and killed her. He ran forever. For days. For weeks. Not once did he look back. He swore he would get revenge on those cretins. He would. But this demon, in particular, did not seem so scary. Wow, fiery red skin, big deal. Caspian had seen a lot more, a lot. Try the innards of a dragon. Could you take it seeing that? No, you couldn't. But Caspian was very different, very different.

But still, Caspian kept his eyes on the demon, not blinking once. He would make sure that if the demon made one false move, he would destroy it. Go ahead, do something to piss me off, see how long you last. he thought to himself. But, not letting the demon see his angry face, he kept taking miniature sips of his hot cocoa, remembering his terrible past. He would avenge his parents, he swore it.

Wolverine had looked trough the window to see that Caspian was sitting at a table staring at the demon. He turned into a black mist and went inside and went behind Caspian and went back into his reqular form, sat down, and silently ordered a drink. when his drink arrived, he started to drink from it and said, "Why, isn't it the great and powerful Caspian!" he withdreww one of his daggers and started to look at it while waiting to see caspain look around

Gammon felt anger in the air, and smiled. He looked over where it was coming from, and saw a character in armor sitting not too far away. After a few minutes, he saw another character sit down right next to him. He observed the duo with interest, then stood up and walked over to them with a snicker on his face. He towered over the two, nearly touching the ceiling. "Well. i see you are a dragon slayer Mortal. I hope you know dragons aren't as bad as people make them." He laughed.

'Now now boys, not arguing are we?' Jess said mockingly from atop a beam above the table that Wolverine and Caspian sat at.
She watched as three heads shot up to face her and she smiled dazzilingly.
'Tsk, tsk, such childish actions from three fully grown men. Terrible.' she giggled, her face mischevious. She took full advantage of their suprise to leap to another beam where she knew she could not be reached and giggled again, the sound of her laughter filling the crowded room.

((So Sloth walks into a bar... XD))

SLoth walked slowly into the bar, his tall, gangly form standing out in the crowd. He smiled a little at the crowd, and then walked to the bar, and ordered a drink. He looked the group over with his steel-gray eyes, and turned back, just in time for his Drink. He didn't feel like doing much today, but perhaps the rise of the Sins would begin soon.