The old magician looks 8-year-old in the eye and says, "my boy I am dying. There can be one last show."
"Yes sir" he replies.
"You don't know where nor what it is, and you've agreed" the old man says.
The boy falls asleep aside his master's armchair and awakes in a favela in Colombia.
"Listen my boy we haven't much time, he is not a demon he is a man a magician that was banished"
Gun shots ricochet from the walls.
The boy nods.
The man tells him to hide and then is dragged away and pulled into a doorway and shot.
Too young to fully grasp the situation he thinks its just part of the show, so he plays along.
He climbs down a drainpipe and then can see a gathering; a wedding.
He walks in and performs dazzling parlour tricks and amazes the guests and the bride chuckles and smiles.
He declares I am the great magician Chuckle I am here for your entertainment courtesy of the old man who just got shot.
The crowd clap and laugh not having heard the gunfire over the wedding music. They dance for some time then suddenly, a group of men dressed in black enter wielding guns.
They announce the demon will be here.
The crowd go quiet, the children whimper, except Chuckle.
The demon walks in 6ft 7 with horns a 1ft long, curved and arched.
He declares "Buenos dias"
The people scream Diablo, Diablo!
The iron gates are closed.
The demon lifts his head and can see Chuckle smiling and snorting in derision. No one else has confidence but our magician Chuckle.
"You smile young one" he says in a menacing way.
"I know what you really are" Chuckle says.
"I am from the mouth of dantes nightmare!"
"more like the mouth of you forgot your mints" Chuckle replies
The Demon winces.
"You're just a man equal like all the rest and you forgot your mortality and your heart." Chuckle decrees.
If I were just a man could I do this flames roar from the demon's palms.
"If I were a pigeon could I do this" "bock bock".
The demon laughs.
Then the demon walks over to the groom and kicks him to the floor. "Either you die, or they all die"
"I die" The man replies.
The boy pushes a spoon up his sleeve. And blocks the blade.
The blade strikes down and one of the other children screams I believe and try's to block the blade only to have his arm severed.
Chuckle puts down a smoke bomb.
The demon growls "you're supposed to disappear aren't you.
Chuckle replies "it was not for that purpose but to make your contact lenses drop out I can see your blue eyes now."
One of the men has a crisis of confidence and takes a shot at the demon.
He draws blood. He is not a demon they scream.
The demon grabs chuckle and escapes down the favela path.