[@Genni]	Murmur Devil God and King of this world was addressing his subjects, sacking cities, and surrounded by beautiful women, all of whom he was taller than now.  The Pixie had of course revealed his true nature, even broom-staff was now a proper instrument of destruction.  Murmur they would all say, their voice ripe with fear and admiration.  There were statues erected in his honor, he was finally where he needed to be.  The old Wizard had of course been right.
	
	His head was spinning and his eyes opened, he was no longer Devil God, he was not back to being future Devil God and King of this world.  Perhaps the Pixie had given him a revelation of some sort.  Perhaps he had seen the future or something of the sort.  Maybe he didn't want to wake up and yet something did indeed wake him up.  He however oddly enough didn't feel all too hung over as he would have imagined.  He must have drank a barrel of pixie blood to really end up on the ground.
	His black little heart ached with longing to return to the reality that the Mind Pixie provided him.  Red eyes looked at the woman that had awakened him.  MurMur stood dusted off his robes and adjusted his oversized hat.  He stretched and his tail stiffened claws cracked and a yawn revealed razor like teeth, which he enjoyed to use to devour dead birds, horses, and various cheeses.  

"Why did you wake me up?!"  He shouted "Why would you disturb such a beautiful dream!  Is this what you do?  Go around and ruin peoples dreams!"

MurMur was of course a bit sore, you try being in Heaven for a night and wake up in Hell.  He was craving Pixie blood but there was much work that needed to be done.  The consuming of the Mind Pixie had revealed to him how he could escape this horrible form and assume his rightful role in the world as Devil God.  It was all so obvious now.  However he would first scold this woman for awaking him.