Gregory walked home, his mind debating the actions that had taken place at the bar. It had all taken place in such a short time period that little of it would likely stick, but for now the images were fresh and his plan of action clear. 

He soon found the small blue house where he lived, the white door and windows making a smile on the inanimate structure. That was funny to Gregory for some reason. The house certainly wasn't the place you'd imagine a demon to be living, yet here he was. He stepped up to the door and then inside. 

The lights were off signaling the lack of parents in the house. They were likely out enjoying the evening. That congruence was probably for the better thought Gregory as he rustled around inside the home. 

First he crafted paper and a pen, the shadows seeping out of the darker corners of the house and into the reality of tangibility. He wrote to his parents that he would not be returning for a while, and that museum stuff had come up, regardless of the fact that it hadn't. 'I'm so bad' he thought as he lied. 'wait this is nothing, i'm a hellish demon of nightmares'. "jeez I really do need this break i'm losing my edge, Humanity man. Now that's the real mystery." The demon sighed out loud. It would be good to focus on something other than people for a while.

Next he gathered the things he wanted to take with him, there wasn't much just some dollar bills and loose change. 

Then as he walked back to the front door, his had began to burn. Usually Gregory hardly felt pain, there was no need when you aren't concerned about dieing. This however was much different, the magic behind it gave it more of a punch that immediately drew his attention. It pulled, in a way, towards the outside and away from the house. Already being ready Gregory was quick to heed its directions. 

Again the streets seemed empty to him. This was his second time that day walking the same path and the lack of anything new had become boresome. People never did things fast enough for the demon but that was mostly due to the longativity of his timeline. 

Soon enough he found himself at the entrance to a warehouse. It's contents included two sofas and several individuals, other wise it was bare. One of the people was clearly the strange magician, had he said his name before, Greg didn't really recall. None the less he stopped headlong into the room disregarding safty entirely. 

"Hey guys, I'm not late am I. " he said in the most idiodic human sounding way. Reflectively he would see that this was a stupid idea in the first place, but honestly, that's life.