Prologue

Well, hello there! It's always nice to see a new face in here. My name is Olivier, but you can call me Olly. I am the owner and proprietor of 'The Afterlife Bar and Grille'. "Spirits for the Spirits" is my motto. We also have a number of tasty appetizers to choose from.

Oh, now don't you worry. Most folks don't realize that the old axiom you can't take it with you is actually a fact. But, even if you had found a way to bring your money along, it wouldn't be any good here. All I ask for is a story – preferably the story of how you came to be here.

Now me, well, I've been around for longer than nearly everyone. And by that, I don't just mean everyone here – I mean everyone that ever was. But, after a millennia or two, I decided it was time for a change. Oh, I don't like to say 'retire' – that's for old people. Ha ha, just a little joke there… Don't take it so personally Balberith!

Now, as I was saying, I wanted a change. Oh sure, all the guys told me that I was crazy for opening a pub in this area, but I didn't let that stop me. No how! And, truth be told, the business wasn't exactly booming in the beginning. There were years, decades, centuries even, when there were nothing but regulars in here. Sure, there were random influxes of new faces, but they were few and far between.

Then, this fella… well, no one even knows his name. Hell, no one even knows if he is a 'he' or a 'she' or even an 'it' – though, I don't really go in for all that gender-assigning, PC BS. Anyway, this fella managed to piss off the wrong guy. And boy did he! Killed this human's wife, he/she/it did. And not just your normal, human killing. No – guess that would've been too simple. This demon, 'cause most of us are pretty certain it's a demon, apparently had something to prove – though, no one's certain who the proof was supposed to be for.

This demon goes and takes this pretty little thing – no really, the lady was a beauty! Anyway, he goes and cuts across her belly but deep. And, as if that's not enough, he glues her to the ceiling right above her own baby's head! So, this lady's man walks into the room, smiles down at his little one, and then turns to see his wife… or so the story goes.

Now, normally, a human would either go crazy for seeing what he saw or would be sent to the nuthouse because all the other humans would think he went insane over the loss of his wife. But this man… this man was different, sly, sharp. He kept his mouth shut about what he saw and the whole thing was written off as an ordinary house fire. But this man, this smart SOB, he went and figured it all out. He figured out what few humans have ever figured out – ghosts and goblins, demons and spirits, the things that go bump in the night… the supernatural is real.

This man was, well, the best word I can think of is obsessed. He learned all he could about the creatures that other humans believe are simply fairy stories and legends. He had some training already,the human sort, but now he prepared himself in whole new ways – spells, incantations, and the like. He discovered what killed who and why. And, this fervent fellow, he took to taking out as many 'evil' beings as he was able – which basically was every ghostie and ghoulie that crossed his path.

And his mania didn't stop there! This man had two sons – as I said, one was just a babe when his mother was slain, and the other was but a few years his senior. These boys were trained to fight as soon as they could stand! Well, I suppose the elder was already standing. When you get to be my age, a century or two is still such a wee thing. Ah, but I'm showing my age…

Together, these men were strong, nigh, nearly unstoppable! So few escaped their wrath that it is barely worth a mention. And, as the boys grew into manhood, they began dividing their efforts. These men, dare I say hunters, were exterminating the wicked right and left, forwards and back.

Then, one day, my booming business waned. Something happened – some say one of the hunters quit! But then, just as soon as the rumors began, another tale began circulating. Wouldn't you know it? That same demon, same foolish creature, resurfaced. The bugger slaughtered another of the hunters' beloved!

Now, don't get me wrong. My revenue has gone through the roof! I haven't seen so many new faces or heard so many new stories in… well, ever. But, this thing has screwed up twice. I happen to know there are a lot of folks around here that would gladly take him/her/it to a pit and torture and torment it until… well, let's not go there.

As for me, well, let's just say that, for this demon's sake, he/she/it meets up with me first. Because, with me, at least it will have a chance. Hell, I don't know whether I'd hand it over to the not-so-happies or try and get it a ticket back to the top-side so that it can cause more chaos and send more business my way.

Ah well… enough about me. Let's hear your story. Wait. Let me guess – you're here because of a Winchester too…