Original Storyline :-
A normal life was all he asked for. He didn't ask to be chosen by the devil, king of Hell. He didn't ask to be thrown into a feud to save reality. He certainly didn't ask to be given power beyond the comprehension of the Ol...
I really wished that I wouldn't get any more demigod dreams.
Guess it's just my bad luck, because I really can't blame the fates anymore. The first thing that I saw after I fell asleep, was darkness. That should have been normal...except the darkness started talking.
"Ahh, so you're the hero that everyone's been talking about. Honestly, you don't look like much" says a creepy voice in my head. I look around and try to find the source of the voice.
"Yeah right, says the guy that can't even face me" I retorted.
The darkness just growled before I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I dropped to my knees, clutching a huge gash that had formed. Surprisingly, the gash wasn't bleeding and it almost felt hollow.
I tried to summon hellfire but for some reason, it didn't work. I tried summoning my sword, but in vain. I just prepared myself for a fight with by bare hands.
"Now now, your powers don't work here. And I really don't think you stand a chance unarmed" said the same voice that suddenly sounded raspy.
"Well I would like to see what he does now" said another voice that was the same, but yet it had an edge to it.
"I feel we should let him go. Besides, any longer and he will get suspicious" said a fourth similar voice with a croak like sound. I wondered who was the 'he' they were talking about.
"Very well. Until we meet again, little hero" said the first voice. I felt my dream-self being pushed back and I woke up with a jolt. I was covered in sweat and breathing hard.
I got down from my bead and looked around my room to see that it had changed. The blue walls were now a dazzling yellow and the light was now a bright orange-red.
I rubbed my eyes and made my way to what I assumed was the bathroom. I freshened up and brushed my teeth. The toothpaste tasted really weird, in a good way.
I walked out of the bathroom to find that my clothes had automatically changed somehow. They were now an orange-black-yellow mixture in a military pattern. I had simple comfortable shorts on.
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I walked towards the door and the moment I touched the knob, I felt myself being teleported like last time. I didn't fight it, and was taken to the same room of my last talk with Lucifer.
Like last time, he was standing there while leaning back on a desk. He had a business suit on and like always, looked stunning. He looked at me and smiled a 24 karat gold smile that would make Apollo blind.
