Fate and destiny, two forces that guide the path of the living. While the second can change just as quickly as one makes a choice, the first tends to be harder to change. For example let's observe the two below, the man's fate is to die to something he underestimated (which admittedly it's also the fate of most demonic cultivators), the girl's is to have her heart ripped out of her chest leading to the creation of a cultivator. The man's destiny was to be the first demonic cultivator to ascend and burn the world along with all who had opposed him to not but ash upon the cosmic winds. Unfortunately for him he chose the wrong house to try to start his journey thus completely and irreversibly changing his destiny.
Deng Ling could almost feel the power as he neared the door, truly he had the most fortuitous encounter with a hidden master that not only decided to take him on as a student but to also gift him a technique that will aid/jumpstart his cultivation. To add even further to his fortune, he found not only someone to use his new technique on who will not be missed but also a location so full of chi that it might as well be alive. With a confidence born of a self assured destiny he took hold of the handle and polled, only to have to look down to see that the door did not budge. quicky looking around to verify that no one had seen his blunder he push open the door to revival, a empty box room with no windows.
After dragging in the to-be-sacrifice to the middle of the room he looked down on the small child. She was clad is so much filth and muck that what ever color the rags she wore had been originally all was left as just a dark brown that wouldn't be out of place in a pile of freshly churned mud. All in all nothing more than the first stepping stone to his ascension and one that will soon be forgotten as the worthless thing it was.
Striating his back he took the pose to ready the technique his new master has taught him, right hand pooled back what few scraps of chi in his body pouring to his fingers, a seconds wait, and [Phenix's Rebirth]. Faster than a mortals eye could track his hand plunged into the girls chest and just as quickly pooled her heart out along with a fountain of blood. Just as he raised his prize into the air to gaze upon his prize the sound of a squeaking door opening cut through the silence. Slowly he turned his gaze behind him to the wall that previously had nothing on it but now has a wooden cabin door that was being pushed open by inhumanly long wooden fingers. As he stared at first in shock than fear as something inhuman walked out, it was too tall, it's limbs too long and misshapen, but it was it's face that held his gaze the most. A blank face devoid of any features save for two eyes red as the blood moon stared down at him with nothing but a predatory hunger. Just as it reached him he dropped his prize and used [Phenix's Rebirth] once again, his attack struck true right into the thing chest causing it to fall forward as it was struck dead.
His heart racing from the sudden encounter but slowly returning to a more normal rhythm he was caught unprepared when what felt like a bear trap suddenly latched onto his arm that was still inside the unnatural thing's chest or was when the things spindly hand grabbed his shoulders. all he could do was watch as the blank face split open with cracks of wood and bone to reveal a maw of splintered wood and twisted metal spiraling down into....
Zou Xiaolian could only lie in her blood as sicking sounds of bone being broken and meat was being torn but her focuses was not on what was happening just a few feet from her but instead the floating box that was Infront of her.
The Dungeon has heard your cries for help.
Do you wish to accepts its help?
Yes No
Such a simple question and yet after all this time something actual answered her prayers for help, maybe it was just a hallucination brought upon by the blood loss, maybe it was just her imagination trying to give her comfort in her final moments. What ever the case she decided to answer the floating box.
"Yes" her voice was barely a whisper but no sooner has the word left her lips did a sudden feeling of liquid fire being poured directly into her being. The darkness that was steadily consuming her vision was suddenly and violently throne back and new life filed her lunges but the stress of the day would not allow her to remain awake and as she fell into realm of dreams she heard someone say "Well isn't zis intairesteng.".