“You are Demon Nation! You are mighty! But when was the last time you stayed on the surface in your own bodies? A thousand years ago? Ten thousand years?”
The Green Demon called out, “Ever since the frickin’ sun popped up! Forever!”
Other demons agreed. “Yeah, forever!”
“Yes,” said the Salesman. “The sun. Your dire enemies, the humans, stay on the surface while you remain trapped down here in these caves, and it’s all because of the sun. The sun is your nemesis. If you take my offer and do everything you’re supposed to, in a very short time the surface will be yours.”
The applause was deafening.
But the Green Demon wasn’t completely sold. “What’s the timetable on this, eh? Another thousand years? Two thousand? ‘Ow do we know it’s worth our effort?”
Kelly heard a low growl and even without looking she knew it was the Demon Boss.
The Salesman spoke. “A good question, your Lordship. You have a smart, young demon there.”
The Green Demon stood up taller and stuck out its chest proudly. Some of the other demons patted it on the back. The Salesman was winning them over.
“I’m here to make it happen with a timetable you can live with. For thirteen of you, it will happen very soon. And if those thirteen do their jobs on schedule, your Demon Nation will rule the surface in less than sixty moons.”
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