A great champion amongst them was Xynrikelbub, one of the biggest and most known demons. He had mighty horns on his head, and great flexed wings on his back. All trembled at his name, and all avoided his gaze. He won every game he participated in, every duel or challenge he accepted. And he accepted them all.

Thus one day, when someone made a bet he couldn't get a Coke the real way (i.e. not by conjuring it), he accepted it as a challenge. And for the first time in almost 3000 years Xynrikelbub walked upon the surface of the earth. He was quite surprised by what had happened since his last visit; indeed, the earth surface did no longer seem so very, very dull. He made a mental note of going back there to have some fun later on when he had won the challenge.

After walking around for some time, he saw what he was looking for: A store. He made his way to it, and was about to enter it, when he heard someone say hello. It was a slightly gurgle like voice, as if the person speaking did not have enough teeth. Xynrikelbub turned towards the voice, and before him he saw a small human child, sitting in a pram.

'Hello, puny miniature human,' he said, slightly perplexed.
'Are you a stranger?' the child asked.
'No. I'm widely known.'
'Good. Because I can't talk to strangers.'
'Really,' Xynrikelbub said. He tried to think of something to say, and said: 'Have you ever considered selling your soul for some ice cream?'
'You're funny,' the child said.
'Really. Now, what about this soul thing?'
'I dunno. My mom say I can't have ice cream.' The child looked at Xynrikelbub, and asked: 'Are you an angel?'
'No! What makes you think that?' Xynrikelbub exclaimed, very shocked. He hoped no one was scrying him.
'You have wings.'
'Birds have wings, and they're not angels.'
'They could be. And you're tall.'
'So are trees.'
'But they don't move. And you've horns.'
'Angels don't have horns.'
'Do.'
'Don't.'
'Do.'
'Don't!'
'I think they could have if they wanted to. And it looks cool. So they should have that. And big flaming swords, that can cut stone and everything. They should have that, too.'
'I have a flaming sword at home.'
'So you are an angel?'
'No. I'm a demon.'
'What's that?'
'It's the opposite of an angel.'
'Does that mean that you can't fly?'
'No.'
'But angels can, so the opposite can't. That's obvious.'
'You're pretty clever for being a puny miniature human.'
'My dad said that, too. Then he was angry with mom because he said that proved she cheated on him. But I didn't understand why, because they never play any games.'
'Really.'
'I think you're an angel, anyway.'
'Hey, angels are white, right? And I'm red. So I can't be an angel.'
'That's racism. My mom say racism's bad and makes the world a worse place. She says you can be an angel in any color.'
'I can't be having with this. Read my flaming lips: I'm not an angel!'
'You sure?'
'Yes!'
'Then why are you going around looking like an angel? It's not Halloween.'
Xynrikelbub was annoyed. 'Is there any way I can convince you I'm not an angel?' he asked.
The child thought for a while, and then said: 'Do you have any candy?'
Xynrikelbub stared at the small human. 'I'll go and get some,' he said, and entered the store. After a short while he came out again, and gave a bag of candy to the child.
'Do you now agree I'm not an angel?' he asked.
'Yes. Thank you.'
'Good. Good bye.'
'Bye.'

And Xynrikelbub left the surface of the earth, and soon after he arrived at his home.
'Did you get that Coke?' someone asked him, when he arrived.
'Heaven. I forgot,' Xynrikelbub said.
And thus he had lost a challenge.