(Original post by Crimson Black)
Unfortunately, he trips up on his dashingly heroic ego and falls headlong into a pit of spikes which impale him. My faithful puppet Suneilr stands laughing atop the pit (he might poke you a bit with a very long stick, I might feed him a marshmallow if he behaves) whilst I close agreements with publishing companies that forbid sequels, prequels, or indeed resurrections.
I think I might call my book "The Death of Demon". Hmm, night alliteration there.
Nah, don't be ridiculous
I know it looked like I tripped, but I heard a D.I.D., double-took, and dived into the pit with one smooth motion.
The commotion you heard down there - contrary to popular belief - was not my Death, but rather me saving the day, getting the girl, and continuing on with my quest to defeat Evil
An apt name for a book ;yes;. I suppose you'll be extemporising on how Demon faced down his Death and came out triumphant by a nose, a sword and a girl