"Listen lady! I haven't seen the Demon King in eight years!" The shop owner yelled.

I roll my eyes. I circle him. This shop is old and cracking. There were spiderwebs on the celling. Clearly, he doesn't know how to clean his shop. He was a very old stinky frog demon. His beard was white and his skin wrinkled. He didn't look green he looked more like a toad. 

I turn to my army. They were destroying every turn in the shop. 

"Please!" The toad yells.

"Anything yet?" I ask.

"Not yet Mistress." They bow in respect.

Fire demons always are sometimes so useless. I turn back to the old toad I grab him and lift him up.

"What did you sell him?" I ask.

"Chains! Heaven made collars." He holds up a picture.

I take it and drop him.

"Please! Please!" He cries. 

"Thank you. This information is all I needed." I turn.

I wave to the demons. They nod and drop the stuff. 

"Run, run little monkey." I lick my lips.

I bend down and transform. I slither out of the shop.