The DARK LORD'S chosen one

He told Big Stan about the research. Big Stan brightened up a bit.

Kyle said to him, "I think everything will be fine for you after you hit your first evolution."

Big Stan smiled and replied, "I bet you are feeling like a god with your enhanced body."

"Something like that," Kyle smiled. If only Big Stan knew how humanly vulnerable Kyle still was.

He encouraged Big Stan to always put in hard work in training.

The guys came out of the loo and shook hands. They left the toilet section together.

Big Stan remembered something and he said to Kyle, "Earlier I overheard two Romans discussing. According to their discussion, the obstacle course training will last a week, and then we will begin weapon handling training. "

Kyle scuffed, "They aren't giving us room to rest?"

…

Three weeks earlier, on Sitio Escuro, the island that was the stronghold of the Witch Craft Faction. A coronation ceremony was held for the chosen Faction's chosen one. His name was Osso da morte, but he was fondly called Da morte.

Da Morte was six feet tall. He was 24 years old and had brown straight hairs.

He was selected as the chosen one by the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord was the prime minister of the Faction. No one knew the Dark Lord's gender, but he was generally referred to as "he". The dark lord was feared and revered throughout the island.

The chosen one was tasked with leading the Demon pets in a rage war against humanity.

The Demon pets were animals with the ability to bend elements at will. Some of the demon pets possessed metaphysical power. Demon pets were not found in ordinary earth reality. They were found in another reality like False Heaven. The reality in which the Demon pets were discovered was known as the "Proibida realm."

The next day, at night, Da morte was under a spooky-looking oak tree with his back leaned on the tree's trunk. He was quite handsome for someone with a strong villainous alignment.

The area around the oak tree was deserted for about a kilometer.

Babetta, an 18-year old girl who was Da morte's friend, approached him under the oak tree. She observed he was gloomy.

She asked, "The Dark Lord's right hand man, why the look?"

He replied, "more like the dark lord's pawn."

"You better shut your mouth or land yourself in trouble."

"It just doesn't make sense," he lamented. "The dark lord can open portals to the proibida realm, and with his power, he can pick the most evolved demon pets over there and bring them back here." "Why did he have to pick a chosen one?"

"The Dark Lord is a good example of a good leader. None of the outside world's leaders could compare with his qualities. His decision to have a chosen one was to make the people feel involved in the process of returning ultimate glory to our tribe. He did it to remind us, his people, that only the best could shine on the world."

"You just made this up to justify his actions and assure your faith in him."

"The Dark Lord will show us the way to the light." "The Dark Lord is God."

"The Dark Lord is a piece of shit."

Da morte left the shade of the tree.

"You should be glad that the dark lord gave you this rare opportunity…"

Babetta trailed off when she felt a hand land softly on her right shoulder. She looked over to see who it was and she was given the shock of her life. It was the dark lord.

The Dark lord was a 6'7 foot tall, lean brown-skinned person. He looked like he was in his late thirties. His facial features and his voice made it tough to discern if he was male or female.

The dark lord said to her in an audible volume, "Don't be mad at him. People can have various opinions about a subject. It is because of that that made me choose him."

Da morte was frightened to his bones when he heard the familiar voice of the dark lord. He knelt down still with his back turned to the dark lord. He shivered while he was on his knees. He was frightened about what the dark lord would do to him for his reckless words.

Babetta bowed face down before the dark lord and begged that he shouldn't kill nor give her friend heavy punishment. She also begged that he forgive her.

The Dark lord laughed for a minute. The laugh sounded so sinister it made chills run through the spines of Babetta and Da Morte.

The Dark lord said to Babetta, "An available, mentally stable sinner should plead to the judge for mercy themselves. But I like this sinner before me. His doubtful character has assured me that I made the right decision. I don't like people who just become obedient sheep whenever they are before a higher power."

The last sentence made Babetta want to cry blood. She thought the Dark Lord was going to kill her.

The dark lord stretched out his left arm, which caused space around the oak tree to warp. Then, the Dark Lord and Da morte were pulled into the space warp. The space around the tree returned to normal.

The space returning to normal resulted in a gush of wind that graced the area. The wind brushing Babetta made her heart race. She thought the dark lord had acted. She expected to hear herself scream or Da morte scream, but she didn't hear anything for a while.

She was tempted to look up, but she restrained herself. She feared that the dark lord would punish her if she raised her head. Some moments passed and everywhere seemed still. She stole a peek, but she didn't see anyone.

She stood up and ran while keeping an eye out for Da morte. She ran to another tree a few metres away, and then she released that the dark lord was gone and her friend too. She began to cry when she thought that the dark lord may have taken her friend away for punishment.

She wondered how she was going to relay the news to Da morte's mother. She concluded that she wouldn't tell anyone of what transpired.