The human slept for about an hour before he woke up with a yawn. He stretched out and dropped his phone.

“Oh, did I fall asleep holding that again?” he murmured as he sat up. “Ah, my back hurts; feels like I’ve been sleeping on a rock,” he continued to talk to himself as he put his hand on what he thought was a bed. When he felt that it was a rock, he froze for a moment. His eyes opened wide, and he looked around the room. The dimly lit space greeted him. He frantically looked around while twisting his skin on his arm. He finally settled on a girl on her knees, staring sadly at the ground.

It was evident that she was not a normal girl. She had short purple hair with yellow horns coming out of her head, and she wore black leather clothes over a yellow dress. Two small bat-like wings adorned her back. He had three thoughts of what could be going on: a cult, a metal concert, or a fantasy world. The girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes. They stared awkwardly at each other in silence.

She quickly stood up and wiped the tears away. She brushed off some dust and cleared her throat.

“Welcome, my servant. You should be grateful that I have allowed your presence before me. I have brought you to this world to lead my dark armies to victory so that we can bathe this wretched world in darkness.” She declared.

“Hmm, so that rules out the metal concert,” the human said.

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“Now tell me your name, my new minion,” she demanded while pointing into his face.

“Isn’t it customary to give your name first when asking someone else’s?”

“Oh, is it? I never had to do this before… wait! I am the Demon Lord of this country, Evuluss, and I do not need to heed the words of some summoned minion!”

“Fair enough, my name is… hmm… Pain,” The human answered. It was not actually his name, but he did not want to give his real name given the situation. That, and he wanted to make up a name that might fit with a ‘Demon Lord’ character and the dark setting.

“Pain huh, is that your first or last name?”

“Uh, first name. The last name is… uh… Killer,” He answered after quickly coming up with a last name he figured would sound just as wicked as the first.

“I see, so you are known as Pain Killer. Welcome to my dark army.”

“Wait, I didn’t think that all the way through.”

“Didn’t think what through?”

“Oh, uh, never mind. That’s my name, alright, sometimes my friends like to call me ibuprofen as well.”

“Ah, a title won for doing a dark deed, I assume?”

“Yeah… something like that,” The man now called Pain Killer said while trying not to chuckle. He thought to himself, ‘I guess this is a fantasy world after all.’

“I see, well come Pain, I will show you this dark castle.”

“Wait, I still didn’t get your name?”

“You fool, I am the Demon Lord; you think you can just simply ask for my name?” she said in a booming voice.

“Sure, it’s pretty normal where I come from.”

“Oh, I see. I guess you would think about these types of things differently, coming from another world and all,” the demon lord said softly, “Well, I am Charlotte Lorde. The descendant of the great Demon Lord, William.”

“Guess I could have used a more normal-sounding name,” Pain said softly to himself.

“What was that?”

“Oh nothing, just thinking aloud. Let’s go ahead and see this castle or whatnot.”