"Wait, me, the next demon lord? What do you even mean?" I fumbled barely able to even comprehend the situation.
"Well, you're actually the last of my candidates. All of those who have come before you have yet to return to take the mantle. And this knife in my side means you are destined for the role" she said slowly, beckoning to a knife I failed to see before. And it was deep in her side.
"But I can't be a demon lord, I'm not evil, I'm not powerful, and I'm a pigeon for god's sake" I scream out at her to the fullest my little pigeon lungs could
"The demon lord is but a title bestowed upon me and my friends. A mantle we took up for the good of the realm rather than its destruction." she said as her hand began reaching out to me.
"Again, I AM JUST A PIGEON!" I yell once more
"We had sought to repair all the damage that decades of war had wrought upon the land, but we failed miserably. You are this world's last shred of hope, out hope" she said as tears fell from her eyes.
Walking closer "And how pray tell, am I to be this world's last hope, what if I don't want to?"
"Oh it's not a matter of wanting, but needing. Rather than explaining, which will take hours, I'll just have to show you" her fingers madr contact with my head and suddenly everything was covered in a wash of bright white light.