"Come here little boy." A demon said.

I was lucky enough to get a job just being a waiter in some tavern. It was hard work, but I've been hear for five years already. I've pretty much accepted I'm stuck here. However, I still hope that Rapunzel will get me out of here. I've been working in this tavern for a couple months now. Make money, can buy food.

"Yes sir?" I ask.

"Get me more fritters." He hissed.

I nod. I take the basket. He spits in my face. Eh, I'm used to it. I take it back.

"More fritters for table 39." I say to the chef.

She nods. She was a big fluffy bird. She had four arms. Two were wings and two were hands. She had horns like a sheep. She fills the basket up. I take it back to the table. I noticed the guy was gone. The only thing was a note that said "So long fuckers." Not the first letter I've gotten.

"Boy! Gimmie more juice." He said.

"Gimmie more fritters!"

"Gimmie more chocolate!"

"Gimmie all the beer."

It's always like this here. It's just a whole lot off shouting like in a song. A very unfriendly song. I let out a breath. I check the time. It was almost closing time, thank god.