Hell and back (shy male reader x all female demon school)

Chosen

Y/n spun looking for the source of the voices as they echoed around his skull

One voice was male and so deep that it rumbled in the riders head

"This is the be the next warrior? He hardly looks the role, to fragile, to weak"

The slightly familiar voice of Marci deathshead answered

"That's what you said about me to, but looks can be deceiving, you can feel the fire in him can't you? He even attends a demonic combat school "
The was a laugh, he turned quickly and saw the statue of the demon with the axe.... it moved

With a spark of red lightning a form stepped out of it glowing a murderous red, like a blood infused spectator

"I don't believe he's worthy of this mantle "

From the statue of Marci came a blue glowing phantom of the oni woman exactly as the rider had seen her before

The third statue of the armored man stayed dark not producing its own ghostly warrior

The other two however walked towards him staring him down

Marci smiles wisely clapping her had on y/ns shoulder

"Come on malak, ya gotta give the kid a chance here, remember what we were like it our day?"

"Our days were very different Marci, you know what's going to happen, I think the kid should know as well"

Marci glanced at y/n

"Right right,  listen kid...with what's going on I know it's confusing but all will be explained in time,  but time is against us so you get the short version "

Y/n was so damned confused, these people looked to be ghosts of long dead demons, something that wasn't even possible, demons that died don't come back to haunt people, once a demon dies their "soul".... or what passed for a demon soul returned to hell, to the pits of fire and chaos where they were ripped apart and redistributed into the very fabric of hell

At least that's what the authorized version would have you believe

Marci sighs
"Alright, each one of us in our own time of war and crisis is chosen, we are chosen by a force we don't know nor comprehend, it chooses warriors to aid in the oncoming battle against...."

She shivered

"Against.... it, the darkness, the one great darkness that seeks to snuff out the light of al realms, earth, heaven, hell and everything in between, it's that darkness you will combat along with its minions, the four lords"

This was way too much information for the young teens mind, he felt the cold claws of fear slash through him and grab his heart, why him? Why in hell did it have to be him? He was a nobody, from nowhere with no family stuck with a cursed deal he never wanted passed down from parents he never met

His legs shook and he nearly fell but was caught in Marcis big hands

"W-what me? This can't be happening, this can't be real, you guys can't be real!"

He was breathing fast now, panicking

"I've lost my mind haven't I? Or lost control over him, non of this can be real"

He of course meant the rider

"Kid! Kid! Snap the hell out of it!"

He felt a powerful slap across his face putting his focus back on the her and now

"Kid, this is very real kid, we are both real, breathe kid, breathe"

Marcis voice was very surpassingly soft and material, it was almost unsettling how much it sounded like how he had always imagined his mother to sound

"Kid, we need to prepare you for what's to come, we don't have a lot of time to do that either, you first battle will be incredibly soon, and if you loose..... he'll help us all, you have been chosen for a reason, there's no such thing as mistakes "

She took her hand from his shoulder

The male demons pulled a glowing red Axe from his back

"Human, you are not the first of your kind to be chosen for this task, your race is strong, I hope that strength will aid you I. The time to come "
They both made there way to their stone plinths

"Return, beware the warnings of the moth, it will guid you human"

They melted back into the statues they appeared front

Leave us
Came the echo in his skull

And Leave he died, he knew in his soul that it wouldn't be long before he would be back again

As soon as y/ns lungs tasted the fresh air he could feel the difference in the world

Back in the chamber two ghosts spoke in low whispers

"You didn't tell him about the final clause of this position "

"He doesn't need to know, let him believe what he needs to, otherwise this could all be for not, "