Chapter 3 - The magic of light and darkness „Dad! Look what I made“, called the little six- year-old daughter of Candidus*, a white wolf with dark blue eyes. He wore a worn shirt and brown leather pants and a pair of brown leather shoes, which had already loosened another seam. „It is beautiful“, he replied, after looking at the structure of sticks, strings and flowers that his daughter had made there. It resembled a wind chime, only this one would not make any noise in the wind. She smiled all over her face and was very proud of her work. „Tell mom I'll be done here soon and we can eat then“, Candidus now added. He had to replant the field so that there would be enough food for the coming months. He was almost finished with his work. Only the last seeds had to be put into the ground. His little daughter immediately ran to tell her mother the message. „I do that“, she called out to her father while still in the running. Candidus lived with his wife, six-year-old daughter and three-year-old son in a small village called Civitas. The houses were built of mud, wood or straw. The roads were only made of earth, where single holes were always made and had to be filled up. Almost every family had its own field. After Candidus finished his work, he went to one of their wooden water containers and scooped water from it with a clay jug, which he poured over his hands to clean them. Then he dried them with a cloth and went into the house. Immediately his little son ran towards him and wanted to be lifted up. „Who do we have here?“, he asked him as he picked him up and pulled him up into the air, „If it isn't my little darling.“ The little one smiled and laughed: „Dad! Dad, do it again!“ Candidus stopped all at once and lowered the little one back down to the ground. Through the window he could see that two figures were approaching and even though they were slowly getting closer, he could already make out their red eyes. Often he had heard of the red-eyed creatures, the demons, but he had never seen them. It was said that they came to the towns and villages at night and sucked the ones blood. With a gentle look he looked at his little son: „Dad will be right back.“ Then he went outside. His wife went to the window and looked outside to follow what was happening. Who were these guys who came there? Candidus ran toward the two strangers: „Be greeted, what can I do for you?“ The two figures stopped in front of him: „From now on, the prince of darkness rules over this world. Don't make any trouble and dutifully do what is asked.“ It was immediately clear to Candidus that he could not do anything against the two. Not only because they were demons, but also purely from the physique of the two. They were very muscular and well trained, while he was only a simple farmer. Nevertheless, he did not really understand their request: „Excuse me for asking, but who is this prince and what exactly does it mean? What about the village chief or our king?“ One of the demons grabbed him by the collar and growled angrily: „You should just accept it, otherwise we'll take you down to hell and believe me, that's no place you want to be.“ „By all the gods, please let me go“, Candidus called out to them, scared. Screams were heard from the village, which only made Candidus realize that the situation was hopeless. The demon loosened Candidus' grip and gave him a push that made him fall to the ground. Bright light rose in the sky for a short moment. Everyone below was forced to shield their eyes before it seemed to split. Winged light beings glided down, Gabriel's angels, and sent out small light beings, just the size of a hand. At first they appeared to be orbs making their way down, but a closer look showed that they were small beings. „What is this?“, shouted the one demon and looked up in wonder. The first small shapes of light shot into the ground, took earth as an element instead of light, and flew toward the demons. The force hit the first demon in the stomach, throwing him back and knocking him to the ground. The other stumbled when one of the creatures hit him in the leg, and two more hit him in the shoulder and head, so that he also fell backwards hard to the ground: „Damn!“ Both quickly got back up, but continued to be attacked. Candidus slowly stood up and sent a heartfelt thank you to the heavens: „Whoever you are, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am in your debt.“ Even from the village the small lights could be seen swirling around and they were not only there but in many places of the world, helping the ordinary mortals against the demons. Candidus did not expect an answer, yet another figure appeared before him out of bright light. When the light dimmed, standing before him was a white bat in priestly robes, the Archangel Gabriel. „If you want, you can pay your debt“, Gabriel began to speak to him in a calm tone of voice, „And at the same time help your family, your friends and many in this world.“ As with a king Candidus bowed gratefully: „What could I do? I am just a simple farmer.“ Gabriel looked for a moment after the two demons who were running towards the village. They continued to be attacked by the small beings of light, which they tried to knock away. Then he turned his eyes back to Candidus: "I will give you the magic of light and you will become one of my magicians. With this power you can fight, protect and heal, but you must never use it out of hate or greed. Do you agree?“ Candidus nodded without thinking much about it: „I want to be able to help and defend my family. I want my children to grow up without fear and the children of the other families too.“ Gabriel raised his hand, causing an aura of light to appear around Candidus' entire body. It felt warm, full of love and happiness. Slowly it disappeared in Candidus' body and everything seemed completely normal. Candidus looked down at himself in wonder: „How can I use this power and will you tell me your name?“ „I am Gabriel, the prince of light. Feel the power within you, let the feeling be strengthened by beautiful thoughts and use them to protect. Everything else you will see then. I must go on, but you will soon see that you are not alone.“ In bright light he disappeared, just as he had come. A light spring breeze reminded where he had stood before, as well as the last feather that disappeared in the light. Since Candidus could not possibly stand alone against all the demons, Gabriel gave the magic of light to others in Civitas, as well as in other villages and towns. Nevertheless, the demons were a great danger to them. Demons, besides their magic, had much sharper senses and physical strength. „Dad, this is beautiful“, Candidus' daughter remarked. He was sitting in front of his house on a wooden chair and levitated a small luminous ball: „You are right about that. I hope that it can also protect us.“ It had been two days since he had received his powers. No one could say when the demons would return. He had communicated with some other villagers who had also met Gabriel. They had to learn quickly or all the magic would be of no use to them. In addition, Candidus had made sure that observation posts had been set up and alarms given if the demons returned. They were all just simple farmers and fighting had been foreign to them until now. It still felt unreal to Candidus, even if he could produce the proof with his own hands. He let the glowing ball disappear and smiled at his daughter as his eyes drifted over to the village. First one of the flames, meant as a warning signal, lit up, then so did the other two. Candidus stood up: „Go into the house and stay there with your mother and brother. I will be back soon.“ The girl slightly nodded and squeezed her father's hand: „You are strong, Dad. I know that for sure.“ Then she went into the house, as her father had instructed her. Candidus himself first ran quickly across his fields, before he ran, in order to still arrive in time in the village. As Candidus ran between the houses to the marketplace, he already saw the demons shooting fireballs at the villagers. A group of five light magicians had banded together to intercept the fireballs with magical shields, which turned out to be more difficult than expected. Others shot balls of light at the demons, which visibly hurt, but also made the demons angrier. Candidus did not hesitate and also shot balls of light at the attacking demons: „Get out of here! Let us live in peace!“ One of the demons turned around growling, stretched out his hand and one of the houses began to burn ablaze. „Put out the fire!“ Someone was heard shouting. The villagers without magical powers brought water and tried to extinguish the fire with buckets, or at least limit it so that it did not spread to the nearby houses. Candidus himself continued to shoot light balls at the demons, by now with more force. They had to disappear before more happened. Again and again he had to think of his family. If they didn't succeed, what would become of them!? His two children still had their whole lives ahead of them and maybe as slaves of demons and their ruler? He could not allow that. He would fight and he would win. One of the demons came dangerously close to him and already took a fist strike, when another magician protected him with a shield. Relieved, Candidus looked to his rescuer: „Thank you.“ The other magician nodded at him. The demon's fist had bounced off the magical shield. Growling, he struck again. Unsuccessfully. Candidus looked around. It could not go on like this. They managed to defend themselves to some extent, but they were not strong enough to stand against the demons. His eyes went up to the sky: „Gabriel, we are very grateful. But we cannot do it alone. Please, just a small miracle. Help us.“ The other magician was shaking his head and continued to concentrate on the shield that kept the demon, raging with anger, away from them: „I don't think he will come. He gave us the powers and now we have to see for ourselves.“ „I believe in him!“, Candidus said firmly, „And I trust Gabriel. He is the Prince of Light and will preserve the light of life.“ At first it was only a few lights, but then more and more light figures - the angels - came down from the sky. These sent off their light elves, which dashed to the ground at breakneck speed. Most of them dived into the ground and took on the element of earth. It was not possible for mortals to actually see that there was a small figure hidden in these balls of light. Even when they took the element, the light mixed with the earth and only the red- brownish glow showed that they had taken the element of earth. No sooner had they touched the ground than they hurtled towards the demons, hitting them with full power. For the demons it felt as if someone had thrown a stone at them with incredible strength. What they did not really matter much, but the amount of attacking elves, still caused enough damage. Moreover, it was almost impossible for the demons to hit these small creatures. They tried to strike at them and also to attack with fireballs or dark magic balls. Only sporadically they succeeded. „Why don't you hit these little creatures“, shouted one of them and immediately got the matching answer: „Hit the creatures yourself.“ The magicians continued to support them, so the demons were slowly pushed back. Away from the fighting, one of the light elves had lost its way. Instead of reaching the ground and adopting the earth element, it had entered one of the wind chimes on the houses. The light spread out in the first moment before it disappeared completely. Sitting on the ground was a child who appeared to be about 5 years old. Her red, curly hair partially went into her face and her red- glowing eyes had something charming, but also dangerous about them. Slowly the girl stood up and looked in the direction from which the sounds were coming. For some reason, she knew that what was happening there was dangerous. Her white gauzy dress, which looked more like a nightgown, slowly lost its last glow and turned gray. Instinctively she ran with her bare feet, away from the fight, out of the village and on and on. Where to, she did not know, nor that she was once a light elf. All hell shook as Satan, full of rage, rebuked his demons: „You are deadbeats! Demons who can't stand up to a few mortals! Such a simple task and you can't even do that!“ „As if that was our fault. If Gabriel hadn't interfered with his light beings and given the mortals light magic, it would have been a cakewalk. Settle this with him“, replied Verentia, „It seems to me that you do not see eye to eye.“ „Are you messing with me?“ Satan roared angrily at her, causing the other demons to back away from Verentia. Only Falx and Metos stayed by her side. „That would make no sense at all“, explained Verentia, „After all, I have already lost to you. I just wanted to point out that the Prince of Light probably does not agree with your plan and that it will not be so easy to conquer the world.“ Satan snorted angrily. Like the last times, he had stood on the roof of his castle and thus had all the demons in front of him in view. Almost all of the demons had already returned and he didn't even wait for positive news from the rest. Gabriel stuck his nose into matters that were none of his business. Why was he protecting these useless mortals? Angrily, he disappeared back to his throne room and sat down on his throne. He hadn't thought much about it yet, but his head already seemed to hurt. He had to think of something, the question was ‚what‘? The sack fell to the ground with a clang, before a dark figure followed it out of the window and picked it up again. It was one of the more affluent houses in the city of Locus and Perniger* was well aware of this. The gray lynx with the black fur patches was very well known and the wealthy people had meanwhile offered so much to catch this brazen thief. Their houses were built partly of clay and partly of stone, partly also of wood and had in contrast to the simple mud huts already something noble in itself. Mostly merchants lived there, who financed their wealth by buying and selling food and other goods. While the farmers often still paid with apples and potatoes, there were already the first bronze coins and the associated feeling of richness and power among the merchants, druids, and landowners. Perniger was not one of these, but was nevertheless very rich. He stole from the wealthy people and not only to buy food from it. He kept almost all the coins and stored them well hidden in a forest. He had to dig out the box every time and hide it again, but he was always obsessed with increasing his treasure. Besides, the upscale people should feel how it was to live in poverty. This time, too, he had taken all the money he could find. He walked quickly away from the house, throwing the sack over his shoulder. Satisfied with himself, he grinned and set off in the direction of the forest. He looked around from time to time to see if no one was following him. It would be a shame if someone found his hiding place and stole all the loot. A thief really shouldn't let himself be robbed. It crackled and rustled under Perniger's feet as he made his way through the forest beyond the trails. Every time he did so, he made sure not to take the same path all the time. After all, he didn't want to create a trail to his hiding place. That would be pretty stupid. Again and again he looked behind him and took a deep breath, the sack had quite some weight. Relieved, he dropped the sack when he arrived at the spot. He had hidden the spade in one of the bushes and now took it out again: „Almost there. That was a really good haul today.“ He grinned happily to himself and looked at the place where he had given away the chest: „Let's go.“ „Satan has been gone for a long time now“, Metos noted, once again walking up and down while Verentia watched him. Falx sat on the ground and looked at the castle: „Does that bother you? He can stay away forever for me.“ „We can go and see“, Verentia said casually, „The demonesses have decided to stay in the castle with the children. This way they don't get into a fight here. According to them, Satan himself should not walk through the castle.“ Metos looked at her in wonder: „Why does he have such a huge castle if he doesn't stay there?“ „He does, but only in his throne room“, she replied, „I am curious. Let's take a look. There's no point in just waiting here anyway to see if something finally happens.“ Agreeing Falx stood up: „All right. Maybe we can find out something that will help us. At the moment, I don't see how we can ever get out of this situation.“ „Sit out“, said Verentia and stood up as well, „our time will come.“ Then she went ahead to the bridge, which was the only one that led across the lava river and into the castle. So far they had not gone this way once, but now it was time to take a closer look at the castle of the Prince of Darkness. Besides, all three of them were wondering what Satan was doing all the time. Metos looked down into the lava, lost in thought, as they crossed the bridge: „I wonder if Damon is still alive. Last I saw him running with Dimicatio towards a canyon.“ What Verentia thought of Damon could be clearly heard in her growl. After all, he had led the group and called to destroy the light: „Hopefully, he was eaten.“ „I do not believe that“, Falx remarked and followed them into the castle. They directly entered a large hall, which apart from some corridors also had another large gate. With quick steps Verentia walked towards the gate, which was wide open and thus allowed a direct view inside. To her surprise, she could see nothing at all: „So either this room is black on black or I can't see in the dark as well as I thought after all.“ A snort sounded from the darkness: „Show more respect. If you come here, come in and kneel down.“ Determined, Verentia walked into the throne room; there was probably no better way to find out what Satan was up to. Somewhat unwillingly, she knelt down and looked into this unfathomable darkness. There was really nothing to see. Strangely, she could see well in the first half of the hall and then the darkness came, like a black wall. The other two followed her in, kneeling down to her right and left and looking questioningly at Verentia. Clearing her throat, she turned to Satan, who had to be there somewhere: „What's the next step?“ Disdainful snorts were heard before Satan's voice raised: „Please address me as ‚my lord‘. You are my subjects and must show me respect.“ „Prince of Darkness“, was now heard from Falx, who had also turned his eyes searchingly into the darkness, „Be so good as to explain to us. When you no longer need us, we will leave.“ One heard how something scraped over stone, before Satan turned now clearly louder to the three: „Conquer the cities and villages as I commanded you!“ „You have no idea what to do next, do you?“ Verentia replied knowingly and continued immediately, before Satan could reply again, „Just do the same as Gabriel. What he can do, you should also be able to do, right?“ „Out!“ Satan now ordered them loudly and rather angrily. The three stood up and walked calmly out of the throne room. No sooner had they left than Falx nudged Verentia: „What was that all about?“ „Is logical“, she replied immediately, „If Satan also gives magic to mortals, they will fight each other and we can get out of here. This is no condition for the demonesses and children. Apart from that, surely you don't really mean to find your destiny here?“ „Non vero“* , Falx growled between his teeth, while Metos looked at him questioningly: „I guess that meant no?“ Sighing, Verentia walked into one of the corridors of the castle. „Hey, where are you going?“, Falx called after her, but she didn't turn around and didn't answer. The two decided to just follow her, because waiting in the hall right in front of Satan's throne room didn't seem like a good choice either. Door after door lined the corridors of the castle. Here and there, a few young demons could be seen running between the corridors, their mothers always close by. Verentia had no intention of choosing a room here either. She was a warrior, not a caring mother. Still, she wanted to get an idea of how the demonesses were currently living with their children. It seemed almost peaceful, were it not for the stuffy air, the ashes, the dust, and the worried and watchful looks of the demonesses. „No one is training the next generation at the moment“, Metos noted, „no mentor to keep an eye on them. Even though we are trapped here, we should not let the next generation go to waste.“ „We should wait“, Falx replied thoughtfully, „The demonesses have already retreated to the castle. The demons will also calm down and start making the best of it. The children will not miss too much time of their training. I am sure of that.“ „Let's just keep an eye on it so that the demonesses and the children don't suffer from this happening. At least not more than necessary“, Verentia added as she continued to look around, „Before we were here, Satan had only his helldemons. So he set up the castle like this for his prisoners?“ Falx laughed: „Looks like this. A castle for demons. What nonsense.“ „You can't get me, you can't get me“, shouted a young demon who came running down the corridor. Behind him ran a young demoness: „That's not fair. Run a little slower.“ The boy grinned broadly: „Girls are just way too slow. You will never catch up with me.“ As the boy ran past them, Falx grabbed his arm: „Show a little more respect. She may not be that fast, but it's also your job to take care of her later.“ The boy growled angrily at Falx's reaction: „Definitely not. I'll find a better demoness.“ In wonder, Falx let go of the boy and let him run away. The girl stopped by them and smiled: „Thank you very much, but that's okay. He is always like this.“ She then ran in the opposite direction: „I know where to catch him.“ A sigh was heard from Metos, who rubbed his forehead with two fingers: „If a mentor took care of him, such a sentence would never come out of his mouth. We should talk to the others.“ Falx then growled loudly, the bitterness was clearly noticeable: „This is all Satan's fault. If he is so damn powerful, why doesn't he move himself and take care of conquering the world. Let him and Gabriel bash each other's skulls in.“ „I do not know if that would be much better“, Verentia added thoughtfully, „after all, we all live in this one world. We can only hope that Satan will lose interest in us and perhaps create his own magicians. New warriors for his lunatic plan.“ Falx looked thoughtfully at the castle, crossing his arms and remaining silent for a while: „I don't think Satan will realize your proposal yet, it's been more than a day now.“ „Pity“, Verentia replied shortly, „I would have already gotten him a few people. After all, others are fighting this battle with Gabriel. He is probably just too proud to accept a proposal from his prisoners.“ „Do you think Satan is hiding there in the dark because he looks so strange?“, said Metos, lost in thought, „Even we could not see him, while dark magic is our element.“ The other two look at him in wonder. „You're funny. As if we have nothing better to do“, Verentia replied, „We don't stand a chance against him and we can't seem to affect him either. We can only wait.“ The eyes of the three met as the voice of the Prince of Darkness came up in their minds: „Come to the throne room immediately.“ Verentia walked off at a moment's notice: „Let's hurry, maybe he accepted my proposal after all.“ „He still has no place in our minds“, Falx hurried after her, while Metos rubbed his forehead with one hand before following them. Without looking back, Verentia crossed the bridge and entered the entrance hall of the castle. Next to her walked Falx, who had a rather bad feeling: „We should be careful. I do not trust him.“ „Nobody does“, she agreed with him and walked into the throne room. Even though Satan was not visible, the knowledge that he was hidden somewhere in this darkness still gnawed at them. None of them would even be able to guess at an attack. As she had done the day before, Verentia knelt down. This was not out of respect or reverence, but merely to keep Satan safe. They had to play this game in order to get to know Satan's trust and thus his weaknesses. Falx did the same to Verentia, although he would have preferred to eat Satan. Somewhat delayed, Metos also came into the room, turning his eyes searchingly into the darkness. Silently, he took his place next to Falx and waited. „Prince?“, started Verentia, „You asked for us?“ A snort was heard from the darkness, which was difficult to classify: „You had proposed to do the same as Gabriel.“ She almost laughed softly, but withheld it. To anger him now would be very unwise. „Yes, I have. Prince. He gave magic to mortals. Then you should be able to do the same“, she proposed to him again, „Correct me if I'm wrong.“ „Bring me a mortal“, Satan commanded, „But it has to be someone who does it willingly.“ Rolling his eyes, Falx looked at Verentia, who did not return his look: „I don't think anyone does that willingly. However... as far as I know, mortals get paid for their work. Do you have something to pay them with?“ Silence followed. The three waited to see if he would react in any way. Carefully, Metos nudged his companion, who only shrugged his shoulders. Satan's darker voice was heard again: „Offer him a wish. I will fulfill it.“ „A wish? All right. We bring you a mortal with a wish to serve you“, Verentia said, a bit confused, and stood up, „We will be back soon.“ The other two also stood up and left the throne room with her. Shielding himself, Falx held his arm in front of his eyes to escape the blinding sunlight: „It is daytime.“ The demons lost more and more their feeling for time, because in hell always the same light conditions applied, namely as close to none. Fearful eyes met the three demons as they appeared in the middle of the city of Locus of black fire. Verentia had to blink a few times to accustom her eyes to the daylight: „I would say to look around first.“ Annoyed by the brightness, Metos looked to the ground: „Your plan is probably not quite thought out after all. Satan has now agreed, but no one here will welcome us with open arms.“ „Wait and see“, Verentia said confidently, „Demons have the lowest ranks, and mortals have them too. Only in a slightly different form.“ A grin flitted across Falx's face: „And what do the weaker ones want? Power! A wish is just the right thing.“ The street slowly became emptier and emptier. The ordinaries literally sneaked into their houses, trying to close the doors as noiselessly as possible. Nothing that the hearing of a demon would not notice. Sniffing, Metos turned around: „Do you think that light magicians live here too?“ Laughing, Falx patted him on the shoulders: „How do you mean light smells?“ „Satan stinks of ashes and death“, he replied, „Or it is hell itself. Everything just smells like ashes.“ „Come on“, Verentia commanded the two, „If that works, Satan has other beings to tyrannize over.“ „I am still of the opinion that no one will do this willingly“, Metos replied while putting his hands behind his head, „and even if they are, they are not immortal.“ „But they could wish“, Falx thought out loud, „perhaps Satan can do it.“ A delighted grin spread across Verentia's lips: „Then let's propose that to them. It's worth a try.“ They turned into one of the side streets, where Verentia hoped to find poor people or criminals. These would be the most likely to be persuaded to do such a service for the Prince of Darkness. Luckily for them, Perniger was trying to sell some of his jewelry loot to someone in order to get more coins: „That is a real sapphire in the ring. I'm not selling it for such a ridiculous price.“ „You can tell a lot of things. How am I to be sure this thing is real. It might as well be just fake“, replied his interlocutor, who did not seem to be very rich himself. Without much hesitation, Verentia walked up to the two: „I know where you can get something much more expensive than that.“ The two heads turned to her, while the other looked downright frightened, Perniger's interest was clearly showing: „And what exactly should that be? A diamond or gold?“ „A wish“, Falx joined in and pulled Perniger to him friendly by the shoulder, „It could be anything, maybe even immortality.“ „Everything?“, Perniger questioned once again, „I can think of something, but how much will it cost me? You don't do that for free.“ Verentia now concentrated entirely on Perniger, as the other was more likely to faint soon: „We not at all, because Satan sends us. The prince of darkness. He wants your services, that you fight for him and in addition there are some magic powers. Kind of like the light magicians. Surely you've heard of them?“ The thief put his ring back into his pants pocket, making a soft jingling sound: „I'm in, as long as I get to keep whatever valuables I grab during the process.“ Patting his shoulder, Falx confirmed this:„You can steal all the clothes of your opponents if you want. The prince is only interested in being able to conquer the mortals.“ „Take me to him“, Perniger now asked them, „he can rule as long as I have my treasures.“ The three demons disappeared with Perniger in black flames and reappeared in hell right in front of the castle. Already after the first breaths Perniger began to cough heavily and looked around strained: „Someone should clean here and why is it so hot here?“ The question became unnecessary when he noticed the lava river behind him: „It's okay, I…“ Gently, Verentia gave him a little push toward the entrance: „This way. The prince does not like to wait.“ The darkness everywhere also irritated Perniger, but next to the ash, the dust and the heat, that was rather beside the point: „Take it easy.“ As soon as he entered the entrance hall, Verentia took the direction to the throne room: „Surely you want to deal for the best. You shouldn't keep him waiting.“ A bit hesitantly, Perniger followed her, he couldn't go back anyway. The other two demons were close on his heels, so that he slowly got the feeling of being trapped. A lump formed in his throat when he entered the throne room directly after Verentia. Elegantly, she knelt down: „Prince, we have brought you someone who would gladly accept the offer of the wish in exchange for his services.“ Irritated, Perniger looked into the darkness that reflected nothing but blackness. Falx as well as Metos now also took their place next to Verentia to show their submissiveness. „Name your name“, Satan told him, „and your wish.“ The lord's dark voice sent a cold shiver down his back: „Me? Perniger, I was told I could wish for anything. My wish is infinite richness.“ Once again, the voice raised from the darkness: „I will give you infinite richness and dark magic in exchange for which you will be my servant for the rest of your life. Agreed?“ „Agree“, Perniger shouted out immediately, he could hardly believe his luck. As much money as he wanted, he was willing to work for it. A black aura suddenly surrounded Perniger before it seemingly disappeared into his body. Wondering, he looked down at himself: „Is that it? Where is my richness?“ A snort was heard from the darkness: „Reach into your pockets and repeat.“ Hesitantly, Perniger put his hand into his pants pocket, which filled with coins as if from nowhere. When he pulled out the hand with the coins, he had lots of gold in his hand. Overjoyed, he wanted to put the coins into the other pocket, but could not. Immediately the other pocket was full of coins, too, as soon as he tried to put h i s hand into it: „This is unbelievable.“ „Makes him fit for battle“, Satan commanded the three demons present, „I need a strong army.“