Right for me (Revil pov)

I was shocked to hear that demons had actually invaded on the day after what I'd said. I was correct. So I wasn't crazy. However that wasn't something to celebrate, two pods had been attacked , one of which was destroyed. However the special forces tracked their cave and raided it. Apparently the demons from the previous cave had migrated to another. I sat up and prepared to go down from the bunk bed when a loud, high pitched sound echoed through my head and then I saw the same blinding lights. I blacked out them woke up in the black sea. "I wasn't lying was I, it was your fault for not getting the timing Right, anyways another wave is invading in three days" said a voice behind me. Before I could turn around to look at him, I awoke. I breathed in and smiled. All I needed to do was to inform the leader. The next day came and I got up to inform the leader. As soon as I entered his office, his eyes turned to me. He glared at me before saying, "What". I breathed in before saying, "I've come to repo-"

"OUT" he said slamming his desk with one hand and pointing at the door with the other. I'd forgotten, I couldn't report anymore. I pushed the door open and left in fear. What if another one happened. My teeth were tightly clenched together as I raced through the many possibilities of what could happen. Each step I took, the worse I felt about what was going to happen. Was it my fault? No, I didn't do anything to them and neither have they done anything for me. What did I owe to them. I went to the training area to clear my mind. I mindlessly pummeled the bot until it collapsed. I turned around and left after half an hour. I just wanted to sleep. Even the parties back in two thousand forty five were better than this. I reminisced about it. It was nice... It was nice. Then Germa died and that was the trigger. The begging of this life. Even Tor too, who the fuck is he fighting for. Why... why does everyone leave me. Fuck! I turned back and walked into the robot arena. I punched the bot releasing all of my fury. Nothing worked. I breathed in and out repeatedly. I stormed over into the kitchen. I opened the cupboard and took out a knife. I stared at it. What is there for me. I dropped it. The demons were there. I promised to kill all of them. That was what I wanted. The reason for me trying. I'd promised that to myself and to my brother. Killing all of those damned fiends. It was my dream. If I had to give up everything for it I would. Once I had a dream where a man came. He had a suit, one of those from four centuries ago. He had a briefcase. When he opened it one side held a demons head. and the other had everything else. He asked me, "Would you give up everything else and decide to sell". I nodded and I woke up. It was right for me.