As Vahn wandered deeper into the store, he found himself face-to-face with something truly bizarre: a tall man wearing flowing robes, his skin tinged a sickly green, and his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. The man picked up a can of cola from the shelf, inspecting it carefully. Vahn blinked. Was this... an ancient demon?
The man turned to Vahn, giving him a once-over before returning to his inspection of the soda can. "Coca-Cola," the demon muttered, "A drink of the gods themselves. I will take it."
Vahn couldn't help himself. "Um, excuse me, sir, but... what kind of place is this?"
The demon slowly turned back to him, eyes narrowing. "A place where even beings like me must pay the price."
With that, the demon approached the counter, paying for his soda with what seemed like a handful of ancient coins. The cashier simply nodded, accepting them without question.