Malahue awoke with a start.  Too much partying?  Was he stuck in some kind of alcohol induced dream?  No, everything was too 'in focus' for that.  Plus his mind was never good at coming up with the images of nine foot tall Demon women.  Immediately he shot up in his bed and looked around for his companion, the guitar known as Strotocaster.  "What in the hell...torn from my home world?  Man, how do I get all of the bad luck." he grumbled to himself.  After all, he was one of the few infused with powers to fight against a losing battle in his home world, and now he was abducted to fight in a different kind of battle.  He was screwed...unless...<br/><br/>"Wait...is there anything else a person gets for winning?  Is it possible to become stronger?" that was the only beacon of light at the end of the tunnel.  If he could increase his own power, maybe he could help turn the tide back home in the favor of the living ones.