My name is Peter Ryansburg, and I'm what you would call the normal of all normal. I'm 21 years old, and I tend to find myself going to a different bar or club every night, drinking my sorrows away. I'm a single man, who just can't seem to get his shit together. It's been like this for who knows how long, and all I find myself seeing every night is the bottom of a bottle, with no end in sight. Sometimes I'd find myself at the edge of a rope, trying to drive myself up to the courage of being thrown out to the dark shadows, so that I may finally have peace. But for some reason I just can't, no matter how hard I try to push myself to take one more step. Tonight is March 19, of the year 2050, and you can find me in a bar getting extra drunk right now.
"Barkeep! Another round of 10 shots. I'm not dying any time soon, no matter how much I drink."
"Look Peter, you've had way too much to drink. You need to get on out of here. You're killing my business, by dragging your ass through my bar. Just get the fuck out. Before I have you removed."
"Whatever you say man."
I'm tired of this place anyways. After this, everything kind of went by like a blur, but I still remember it quite clearly. When I had left the bar, well, more like stumbling out of the door, I had suddenly felt very sick, and proceeded to vomit up what I believe was literally fire. And a few minutes, and my throat feeling unnaturally dry, and not raw, I stumbled into the middle of the road. But before I could move, the last thing I remember is a set of two very large and bright lights, as I suddenly feel my body do lightweight, just before the force flattens my weak body. As I feel myself slowly dying, I curse myself. I curse myself, because for some reason, somebody else can kill me unintentionally, yet I can't intentionally kill myself. It's annoyingly frustrating. As I breath my last breath, i swear to myself, that if i become reincarnated, i want to be reincarnated with the memories of all my past lives, so that i may never make the same mistake again. And so at the moment, I close my eyes, and accept death, and just wait for a bright yellow or red light, signifying that I'm in heaven or hell, but it doesn't come. I just feel like I'm floating in a sea of nothingness.
"So this is what happens in the afterlife, absolutely nothing but meaningless floating.
"SILENCE! Who dares to disturb me in my realm." says an unknown figure.
"I don't know about disturbing anyone, I just remember dying, and coming here. I'm Peter by the way. May I ask who you are?"
"Who I am does not matter right now, all you need to know, is that you are the person that I've been looking for, believe it or not. You are to become my champion, and to become the first ever demon king. Now away with you. I've got shit to do."
As he waves his shadowy hand, I can feel my body being pulled into a direction, as if I'm being pulled through space and time. The next thing I know and see, is a bright light, surrounded by a dark hole.