Chapter 3: Chosen

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A warrior in red held and embraced his beloved wife for what would be one last time. As he rides off to only God knows where, his wife held her belly in what would be the deepest secret in her life. The warrior is seen walking down the path towards a dark tower, along side knights who were there to fight along side him as they moved down a monstrous path. Stopping by a fire, they looked to see one of their compatriots being devoured by creatures of the night, which quickly drew their attention towards the warriors and try to attack them. But not before the warrior in red draws a weapon of his own, a god blessed chain whip in the shape of a cross, made of pure silver and its chain infused with magic at every link. The monsters stood no chance against him or his weapon, yet his compatriots weren't so luck.

Walking alone down the dark, did the warrior in red continue to make his way towards the tower as he saw yet another daemon fly above the dead trees. Yet, this one was different, and and most definitely powerful. As he continued down the path, the daemon blocked his path and tried to attack remorselessly. But using his whip, did the way strike at its eye and made it useless. But the daemon could not be defeated with one blow as it sends its sharpened spike of a tail forward and stabs the warrior in the gut. Stabbed and pushed back to a tree, the warrior hold his wound as the daemon lord taunts him.

"Is this the best the pathetic brotherhood could send?" It laughs. But it underestimated the warrior's prowess...and wisdom.

Using the blood from his wound, did the warrior paint a red cross on the ground, one that the daemon was foolish enough to step onto. The holy power of the cross had bound the daemon and allowed for the warrior to banish it using a magic cage, one that would never open again under his watch. With the daemon thwarted, did the dark tower crumble and the warrior left the area with his mission completed. Yet his future fate...tragic.

Luz woke up from the sound of lightning coming from her dream. She found herself in the same room that she crashed in the other night. It was all coming back to her, as she quickly recalled how she came to here.

"Oh, yeah." She said in realization. "Welp, it still beats summer camp."

She got up and opened the window to see out in the ocean was a giant monster. She gave it a small wave and it did the same to her as then back into the water.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this though."

She then looks down to see the cute little king of demons still sleeping on her sleeping back and goes over to caress his fur.

"Has anyone ever told you how much of a cutie pie you are?"

"Yes. Like nine hundred times already." King answered, annoyed.

"Well, make it nine hundred and one and counting." Luz said. "Cuz I'm gonna be calling you that for now on."

King stirred around his sleep in annoyance. Luz then heads to look for a bathroom. One door she opens, a bunch of owls come flying out of. It was something she wasn't prepared for as she heads inside the bathroom

"Hiya, Luz!" Hooty says, his elongating head showing up out of nowhere. It was enough to make Luz act on instinct and break out her whip, striking Hooty across the face.

"OW! I just wanted to say good morning!" The house demon yelled out. "Ow! Hooty!"

"Sorry, Hooty!" Luz yelled out before sighing and getting herself ready for the day. She also continued to look around the house while she was at it. Then she heard the toilet flush and saw Eda coming out of the bathroom, looking barely awake.

"She doesn't look so powerful to me." Luz thought to herself. "Morning, Owl Lady."

"Ugh." Eda groaned, shaking spider out of her hair. "Who are you again?"

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