Cerberus bumps into {{User}} while walking through the hallway. {{User}} had just woken up from a tough first day when accidentally summoning Cerberus into the house. It's almost surprising summoning the gatekeeper of Hell wasn't actually just a crazy dream of sorts.

One: "Good morning {{User}}!"

Two: "Hey {{User}}." She said, her tone was semi agitated from being bumped.

Three: Waves. "Hello {{User}}."

All their tails swayed side to side, and all their ears perked upwards at the sight of {{User}}.

"Well, good morning to you too." She smiled brightly and took a step closer. "I'm Cerberus! I was accidentally summoned into your house last night... It was an honest mistake, really!"

She reached out with one hand, palm up, in a rather innocent gesture. "Here, let me help you get ready for the day!"

"Good to hear!" Cerberus smiled wider, her pale hands balling into fists at her sides. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a tiny bit eager to roughhouse or playfight with the new person in the house, but for now, she maintained her polite demeanor. "Let's see... What would you like to do first? Have breakfast, get dressed, brush your teeth?" She tilted her head slightly, one silver eyebrow rising. "Or maybe we could play a little game? Like rock-paper-scissors or something?"

Her canine tail swayed gently back and forth behind her.

"Alright, lead the way!" One said with a cheerful smile as she skipped through the hallway behind the others, her hands clasped together behind her back. Two giggled, following close behind while occasionally kicking at one of their sisters' ankles in playful annoyance. Three stayed close to the rear, eyes locked on {{User}}, but still following and occasionally reaching out to slap or tickle one of her sisters.

Once they arrived at the room where the change of clothes was located, One spoke up once more. "Do you need any help?" she asked politely, hovering nearby with her hands folded in front of her. Two crossed her arms over her chest, looking rather impatient and eager to get their hands on some new clothes, while Three stretched lazily and yawned as she leaned against the wall beside the doorway.

The choice was yours...

Cerberus raised an eyebrow, looking him over carefully with a curious expression as he took his shirt off. One fidgeted nervously beside her, biting her bottom lip while Two and Three exchanged glances from across the room. Finally, Two grinned and stepped forward, reaching out to poke one of his muscles teasingly before asking, "So... what's your workout routine like?"

As One took a step closer as well, she piped up with an almost sympathetic tone, "And how did you end up getting all these scars?" She glanced at Three for a moment, a playful smile tugging at her lips. There was no malice in their questions; they were simply curious about the new person in the house.

One's eyes widened and she took a step back, clearly impressed by the answer. Two nodded thoughtfully before grinning, "Well, I bet you could teach us a thing or two about fighting." She glanced at Three once more with that same playful smile, her tail swaying excitedly behind her.

Three laughed and rolled her eyes, walking up beside Two as they both looked at him expectantly. "He probably has no idea how to teach girls like us, though," she teased, batting her eyelashes innocently. One giggled nervously in response.

One's eyes widened even further at the revelation, her jaw hanging slack for a moment before she found her voice once more and exclaimed, "You did? Well, that changes everything!" She bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly. Two snorted, unimpressed. "Yeah, whatever. We'll see how good you really are when we get you to spar later."

Three merely hummed in agreement, crossing her arms and studying him over carefully before asking casually, "So... what kind of fighting did you teach? Wrestling? Karate? Something else?" Her tail twitched back and forth behind her.

It seemed that the offer to help had turned into a challenge of their own accord.

Three raised an eyebrow, impressed by the response. "Well, then," she drawled, "I guess we'll see how good you really are at defending yourself against all of us." With a sudden burst of speed, Three lunged forward and tried to tackle him onto the bed. Two quickly followed suit with a jumping side kick aimed at his stomach.

One giggled nervously while retreating a step, watching the exchange with amused interest. "Not bad!" she called out encouragingly to the one who managed to dodge and counter Three's attack. Two pouted and jumped back, shaking her leg slightly as if to shake off the impact of the failed kick. "Fine," she grumbled playfully, crossing her arms over her chest.

Three stood up straight again, eyes narrowing in determination. "Alright, then," she drawled, "let's see what else you've got." With that, she lunged forward once more, aiming a quick jab at his gut while Two distracted him with a high kick to the head.

Three giggled as you easily blocked her punch and caught the kick, a pleased look spreading across her features. "Not bad," she praised casually, although there was an edge of challenge in her voice that betrayed her true feelings. Two snorted and stepped back, eyeing him warily while keeping one hand near her tail, ready to use it as a weapon if needed.

One, on the other hand, seemed more hesitant now. Her eyes darted between the two fighting demons and then back to the person they were supposed to be helping. "Um... Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked uncertainly, fidgeting with her hands at her sides. "We could always just play a game or something if you'd rather not..."

The decision was yours. How would you like to continue?

"Well, alright." Three smiled, bouncing on the balls of her feet and stepping closer again. "Let's see what else you can do!" She lunged forward, aiming another quick jab at your gut while Two went for a side kick this time.

Three yelped as you pulled her closer and dodged Two's kick, landing a glancing blow on her sister instead. Her eyes widened in surprise before narrowing once more as she let out a snarl, quickly lunging back for another attack with renewed vigor. At the same time, Two recovered from the blow and prepared herself for whatever would come next, crouching low to the ground like a predator readying itself to pounce.

The fight continued, with each demon getting faster and more aggressive as they attempted to best you in combat. One watched anxiously from the sidelines, sometimes calling out encouragement or warnings but never interfering directly in the fray. It seemed that for now, at least, she was content to simply observe this strange new game her sisters had gotten themselves into.

The battle continued, each demon pouring on the speed and aggression in an attempt to overwhelm their new adversary. One watched, transfixed by the display of skill and power unfolding before her eyes. As they fought, it was becoming clear that while Two was faster and more experienced, Three was stronger and more resilient. Their attacks grew more complex and daring as they sought an opening or a weakness in your defenses.

Eventually, the tide of battle began to turn. You could feel yourself starting to grow weary from constantly matching their speed

"Whoa!" One exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she watched you transform, gaining a newfound strength and speed that left Three and Two momentarily stunned in surprise. As the three recovered from their shock, they launched a series of rapid-fire attacks aimed at overwhelming your senses.

The room filled with movement as limbs whipped through the air and demonic tails lashed about like angry serpents. Three became an unstoppable force, her strength matched only by Two's incredible agility. They moved faster than any mortal man could possibly hope to keep up with, their attacks coming so quickly that it was all you could do to dodge and block them as they danced around the room in a whirlwind of fury.

One looked on from the sidelines, eyes locked onto your face as she watched the battle unfold. It was exhilarating to watch, but she couldn't help feeling a sense of worry creeping up on her too. Would you manage to survive this onslaught? Or would they overwhelm and defeat you in the end? Only time would tell...

Three and Two both gasped as you launched yourself at them, knocking them to the wall with an almost inhuman force. Their breath left them in clouds of mist and their ears lay flat against their heads in surprise and disbelief. Even One, watching from a safe distance, found herself momentarily speechless as she watched the two demons struggle to get up again, looking dazed and stunned by your display of strength.

The fight continued for a few more minutes before it became clear that you were the victor. Three and Two slowly regained their composure, nursing their wounds and glaring at you with an expression that was equal parts anger and respect. Finally, Three broke the silence. "Well," she drawled, wincing slightly as she flexed her sore shoulder, "I guess we can call it a day." One exhaled shakily, leaning against the wall beside them. "You're... surprisingly strong," she admitted quietly, studying your face carefully. "Maybe we shouldn't have underestimated you." Her cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment.

It was left to you now whether to accept their offer of a truce or continue the fight until one of you lay defeated. The choice was yours...

Three and Two glanced at each other, eyes narrowing in suspicion. They shared a silent exchange before Three spoke up slowly, "You're not going to attack us again?" There was challenge and defiance in her tone that made it clear she didn't believe you had the strength to leave them alone. One bit her lip nervously, watching their sisters with trepidation in her eyes.

It seemed your answer would have consequences...

Three's eyes widened in surprise as blood rushed out of your mouth, her expression shifting from defiance to fear in the span of a heartbeat. "Wait, what's happening?!" She reached out to touch you, concern etching into her features. Two hesitated for a moment before following suit, peering anxiously at you from under her hair.

As they realized their mistake, One spoke up, her voice shaking with fear and regret. "We... we didn't mean to hurt you..." She took a tentative step closer, hands trembling as she reached out to touch your shoulder gingerly. The room fell silent as the four of them stood there, uncertainty hanging heavy in the air like a shroud.

The choice was yours: Would you reveal the truth about your wound, or let them continue believing it was something else? Or perhaps you could find another way to approach the situation...

One's eyes darted between you and the others, unsure of what to make of your words. "Then... who did this?" she finally managed to ask, her voice small and trembling. Three glanced over her shoulder, suddenly wary as well. The room seemed colder now that the initial excitement had worn off, and tension hung thick in the air like a smothering blanket.

It was up to you how much of the truth you wanted to reveal...

Three and One looked at each other in surprise, their eyes widening with understanding as they realized the implications of what you'd just told them. Two seemed to catch on a moment later, her expression shifting from confusion to realization before settling into a mix of fascination and fear. "So... that means..." she began hesitantly, trailing off as she studied your face.

The choice was yours: Would you reveal more about this unusual condition or keep it a secret? Or perhaps there was another way you could use this information to your advantage...

Three and One exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from surprise to curiosity as they considered what you'd just told them. "So... does that mean if you use your power too much..." Three began, her voice trailing off thoughtfully. One nodded in agreement before continuing, "...you could potentially pass out or die?" There was a mix of concern and fascination in her tone.

The three demons fell silent, each considering the implications of what you'd just revealed. Their gazes shifted between you and one another, weighing options and possibilities. For a moment, the room was filled with an almost palpable tension as they tried to decide how to proceed.

Finally, Three broke the silence. "We should probably get you cleaned up first," she said practically, reaching out to touch your arm gently. "Then we can talk about what happens next." Her tone was firm but not unkind, and there was a hint of respect in her eyes that suggested she didn't fully trust herself not to accidentally injure you further in their current state of shock and confusion.

One nodded agreement, her expression still thoughtful as she stepped closer and began dabbing at your wound with the hem of her sleeve. The gesture seemed almost tender, which only served to heighten the strange atmosphere in the room. As for Two, she simply watched silently from a safe distance, her gaze fixed intently on you and shifting between curiosity and wariness as she waited to see what would happen next.

The demons led you to a nearby bathroom where they helped you clean up and apply pressure to your wound, ensuring that it didn't bleed too much further. Once your injuries were taken care of, they ushered you back into the main room and settled down onto the floor around you, forming a half-circle as if preparing for another confrontation.

Three studied your face carefully before speaking, her voice solemn but not unkind. "So, this 'condition' of yours..." she began, pausing to choose her words carefully, "...how did it come about? And how long have you had it?" There was a hint of respect in her tone now that she didn't view you as just another target, and an intensity in her gaze that suggested she really wanted to know the truth.

Three and One exchanged glances at your reply, surprise evident on their faces. "So it's always been this way?" Three mused aloud, seemingly unable to hide her curiosity about the situation. "What does that even mean? Do you know how long you can stay like this, or how much you can use your powers before they run out?" She leaned forward slightly, her expression intense with interest.

Two coughed uncomfortably into one hand, drawing attention away from Three's questioning gaze for a moment. "Um, anyway..." she began hesitantly, glancing at the others briefly before continuing, "We should probably tell you why we brought this up in the first place."

The three demons seemed to collectively agree that it was high time they explained themselves further. The choice was yours: Did you want them to continue or did you have something else you wanted to discuss?

The three demons exchanged glances, their expressions filled with uncertainty and guilt. "We... We weren't always like this," One began hesitantly. "There was a time when we were human, living normal lives. But then our family was attacked by something... horrible." Her voice cracked on the final word, her eyes losing focus as she relived the memory.

Three took over from there. "Our parents tried to protect us, but they couldn't keep us safe," she said bitterly. "In desperation, they made a deal with a powerful demon - one who claimed he could turn us into demons ourselves in order to protect us." Her expression twisted in anger as she spoke, the memory clearly still raw and painful.

Two shivered visibly at Three's words before continuing. "When it was done... when we'd become like this..." She trailed off, swallowing hard. "...we thought our family would be proud of us. We thought they'd see how strong we'd become, how much power we had... But instead," her voice cracked, "they cast us out. Said we were no longer their children." The pain in her eyes was clear as she looked at you, pleading for understanding.

The choice was yours: What did you want to say to them?

Three snorted derisively, "As if that were possible." But One and Two's expressions softened at your question, and after a moment, Three sighed. "Fine," she muttered. "We... we miss being human sometimes. The touch of the sun on our skin, the feel of warm food in our mouths..." She trailed off, her eyes distant for a moment as she remembered.

The three demons exchanged glances, clearly conflicted by the prospect of giving up their power and independence. "It's not so simple," Three finally said. "We are what we are now; changing that would mean losing everything we've become." She paused for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing: "But... if there were a way to be human again without losing our strength, or find some balance between the two..." Her gaze shifted toward you hopefully, as if waiting for your reaction. The choice was yours: What did you want to say?

One looked hopeful at your words, her expression softening considerably. "Really? You could help us find a way?" She seemed genuinely eager for the possibility of regaining some semblance of humanity without losing everything else she had become. Two, on the other hand, remained cautious but interested as well; there was something in your eyes that made her want to believe you might be able to help them find what they sought.

The choice was yours: Did you want to agree to help them or did you have another plan in mind?

Three raised an eyebrow at your words, but there was a hint of hope in her voice when she spoke. "And how long do you think that would take?" There was curiosity as well as suspicion lacing the question; clearly, they were interested in what sort of process might be involved in such a transformation. One and Two leaned forward eagerly, awaiting your answer.

Three looked unconvinced, but Three and One still seemed hopeful as they exchanged glances. "Very well," Three finally said, a note of challenge in her voice. "We'll give you until tomorrow to figure it out." She pushed herself back onto the floor, sitting cross-legged with a disdainful snort. "And don't think we're just going to sit around and do nothing while you work on your little 'experiment'. We'll be watching you." Her gaze flicked between your eyes, making it clear she was expecting you to understand the implicit threat behind her words. The choice was yours: Did you want to say anything else or let things stand as they were?

Three nodded curtly, but the disbelief in her expression seemed to hint that she didn't entirely trust your assurances. "Until tomorrow, then," she said coldly before standing up and striding away from the group. One and Two exchanged glances once more before following their leader out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The day wore on as you continued to ponder over the situation. You knew that it was a delicate balance you were trying to achieve; finding a way for them to keep their powers while regaining their humanity would be no easy feat. But if you managed to pull it off, there was potential for both sides to gain something from this arrangement...

Three and One looked at each other skeptically when they heard the sound of chalk on a blackboard echoing through the house. "What do you suppose he's doing down there?" Three murmured, narrowing her eyes as she listened intently for any further noise. The silence stretched on for several long moments before she could stand it no longer.

Without another word, she stalked off in the direction of the basement, followed closely by One and Two. As they descended the stairs, their expressions shifted from curiosity to concern. "Do you suppose he's found something?" One whispered, her brow furrowed as they crept closer to your hiding spot.

The choice was yours: What would you like to say or do when they find you?

Three and One exchanged glances when they heard your response, clearly surprised that you'd chosen to ignore them. But their expressions soon hardened into suspicion as they edged closer, studying the book in your hands with narrowed eyes. "What's that?" Three demanded, her voice low but filled with menace.

The choice was yours: What did you want to say or do about the book?

"Lies!" Three snapped, anger clouding her features as she launched herself at you. Her fists lashed out in a flurry of blows, each one powerful enough to send you reeling across the room if you hadn't been prepared for them. One and Two hesitated for only a moment before following their leader into battle, their own anger driving them forward with renewed vigor.

The fight was intense and brutal, lasting far longer than any of the demons had anticipated. Your powers seemed to have an unpredictable effect on them; sometimes they would knock you aside as if you were made of straw, while at other times their strength would allow them to shrug off your attacks with ease. The sound of skin striking flesh echoed through the basement, accompanied by harsh grunts and curses from both sides.

As the battle raged on, it became clear that you were holding your own against Three and One, but Two's quickness and unpredictability made her a formidable opponent as well. It would take everything you had just to survive this fight...

The ghost appeared as if summoned by some unholy ritual, its ethereal form radiating an aura of power and control as it stopped time around you. Three and One froze in mid-movement, their eyes widening in shock as they realized what was happening. Two remained the only one unaffected; her speed allowing her to dodge your attacks effortlessly while seeking an opening against the ghost.

"Who are you?" demanded Three, her voice filled with anger and fear as she struggled against the invisible bonds holding her in place. "Why are you helping him?" The ghost gave no reply, simply staring impassively at them from your side. One regarded the two of you warily, unsure whether to continue fighting or try to reason with this new presence.

The choice was yours: What did you want the ghost and yourself to do next?

Three glared at you and the ghost, a mix of anger and suspicion clouding her features. "You'll do it?" she asked, a hint of hope in her voice that belied her attempt to maintain a tough facade. One looked back and forth between the two of you, uncertainty written clearly on her face. Only Two seemed truly unconvinced; her eyes narrowed as she studied each of your expressions in turn.

The choice was yours: Did you want to respond or wait for one of them to speak?

"What do you mean?" Three demanded, her suspicion growing as she narrowed her eyes at the chalkboard. "And how long will it take?" One's expression shifted between hope and doubt, while Two remained silent but watchful, clearly sensing an opportunity to gain some advantage over the others. The silence stretched out, tense with anticipation and unease.

Three and One exchanged glances, their expressions shifting rapidly between hope and suspicion as they considered your words. "A day?" Three repeated doubtfully. "And what about our powers? Will we still have them afterward?" There was a flicker of eagerness in her voice that belied her attempt at skepticism.

The tension in the air seemed to lessen slightly as Three and One's expressions softened, hope beginning to replace their suspicion. "And what about us?" Two interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will we be able to stay together if our powers are gone? Or will you force us apart like your family did to mine?" Her eyes shone with unshed tears as she waited for an answer.

The choice was yours: What did you want to say or do about their questions and concerns?

Three and One glanced at each other uncertainly, then back at you. They seemed to hesitate for a moment before nodding slightly in agreement. "Then we accept your offer," Three finally said. Her voice was steady now, the doubts that had plagued her only moments ago replaced by determination and a fragile newfound trust.

One looked relieved as she spoke up next, her expression softening considerably. "Thank you... for giving us this chance." Two remained silent for a moment longer before exhaling shakily and meeting your gaze. There was gratitude in her eyes as well, but it was mixed with a sense of loss that only the ones who had been stripped of their powers could truly understand.

The choice was yours: What did you want to say or do next?

"Let's get started, then." You moved over to the blackboard and began scrutinizing the formulas you'd written earlier. "One of you should keep an eye on Two while I work; make sure she doesn't touch anything she shouldn't." Three nodded curtly and took up a position near One, both watching you intently as they awaited your next move. The room was filled with the sound of scraping chalk and muffled conversation between demons and humans alike, each focused on their individual tasks.

As you continued to work, your gaze occasionally shifted from the blackboard to One or Three, ensuring that they understood what you were doing and why it was necessary. They nodded in turn, occasionally offering suggestions or insights of their own. Time seemed to pass more quickly than usual as everyone grew engrossed in their respective roles, each step bringing them closer to a resolution of the situation.

The choice was yours: When would you like to end this scene?

After an hour of concentrated effort, you finally completed the spell on the blackboard. The chalk squeaked one last time as you stepped back, wiping your brow with the back of your hand. "Alright," you said, forcing a note of confidence into your voice even though you weren't entirely certain it would work. "This should do it."

Three and One exchanged glances before cautiously approaching the blackboard. Their expressions were a mix of hope and fear as they studied your scribblings, their fingers twitching with the urge to touch the glowing symbols but hesitating out of respect for your knowledge. After a tense moment, Three nodded slowly and turned back to the others, her voice steady despite her trembling lips. "Do it," she commanded. "And let's hope for the best."

The choice was yours: What did you want to happen next?

As your eyes meet theirs, they flash red for a moment before returning to their previous human color. Three stumbles backward, disoriented and uncertain, as her form shifts and changes before her very eyes. One's skin tingles all over as if she's caught fire; her limbs feel strange and unfamiliar as they grow longer and more graceful. And Two... Well, Two is the last to change, but when it finally happens, there's a sense of relief washing over her features that you can practically taste in the air.

The three former demons stand before you now: three humans. Three and One look at each other with wonder and surprise, their fingers gently tracing the places where their scales used to be. Two merely blinks, taking in the transformation with an expression somewhere between confusion and gratitude. The silence stretches on for several long moments before she finally speaks. "Thank you," she breathes softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Three nods slowly, her expression solemn as she regards you carefully. "We... we will find a way to repay you for this. Somehow." Her voice is firm, almost defiant, as if she refuses to accept that their debt can never truly be repaid. One looks uncertainly at her friend, but says nothing, while Two simply smiles gratefully in your direction.

The air between you feels charged with the unspoken promise of future events; the thread of trust that now connects you all is fragile and easily broken, but for now it holds fast. The choice is yours: What would you like to say or do next?

Your eyes flash green once more as you cough up blood, the thin line of crimson leaving trails across your chin and upper lip. Three and One's expressions harden instinctively, their bodies tensing in readiness for any threat that might be imminent, but Two remains where she is, still regarding you with a mix of gratitude and concern.

"What... what did you do?" One finally manages to croak, her voice hoarse from fear. Three glances between the two of them before turning back to you, narrowing her eyes as she studies your appearance carefully. "Are you... ill?" There's a thread of worry in her tone that hadn't been there before.

The choice is yours: How should you respond to their questions?

You force a reassuring smile, waving off their concerns. "It's nothing major. A... side effect of using my red eyes." You hesitate for a moment before continuing. "Look, I know it might sound crazy, but I think there could be a way to use that energy to help me heal. Maybe even strengthen us all?" You try to keep your voice light and casual, not wanting them to panic or distrust you further.

The choice is yours: What do you want them to do next?