This fanfic's basic feel, atmosphere, devil summoning, kinda the
death bit and all around idea's are a copyright of Atlus corperation,
but the plot is my own, even though it is dragging a good bit from
megami tensei. There fore it's prettymuch a copyright of Atlus
entertainment.




    Matthew was walking home from school today. The book bag strung over
his shoulders was a light black because it had been used for years and
was almost worn out. His jeans were all scratched up and holes were torn
through it, his mother always complained about it. His black shirt with
a white skull, glaring out at the world with fiery red eyes and a dark
glare which seemed to pierce through all of eternity. Sighing he ran his
hand through his rough black hair.
    He watched with his dark brown eyes as a man approached him. He wore
a long black robe which hid his whole body except his two hands which
were at his side. �So you are the devil summoner?�
    Matthew shook his head. �I have no idea what your talking about. So
just get out of the way. If I�m late my mom will kill me.�
    The man shook his head. �Tisk, tisk, tisk. She won�t kill you, I
will.� With that a knife appeared in his hand and that was the last
thing Matthew saw.

    Matthew awoke in a place of swirling light. White light went back
and forth swirling around him and distorting his perspective of this
reality. Then a voice was produced from the light. �Are you him?�
    Matthew looked at the place where the voice was coming from, though
he couldn�t tell where it was coming from. It shifted with each sound
pronounced. �I have no idea what your talking about. Just leave me be.�
    �Not yet, yet. You have a task to complete as do others. Go now
devil summoner and be aware of what is happening. Or you die.� With that
Matthew vanished into a world of swirling darkness.

    Different shades of black shifting and moving through this world. He
had no idea of where he was all he wanted to do was to go home, nothing
more. Was he dead or alive, or neither? Death is a concept neither known
about nor known. He then looked to see a figure walking out from one
patch of darkness.
    The person was clad in a black robe much as the person he had last
seen. But the man�s head showed, which was disturbing. The man had no
face but only a skull stood out. An image carved in horror as it looked
at him. The empty sockets looking at him with no expression. The man had
a large-curved scythe which was about twelve feet tall, looming over the
man and himself.
    The man seemed to frown a little as he pulled a pack of cards from
his, well from nothing. He then pulled out three cards from the deck and
looked at them. Then turning around to think for a second. The man then
turned back to Matthew and threw the three cards at him.
    Matthew picked up the cards from where they had fallen on the
so-called floor. There were three odd cards, he knew them well, they
were tarot cards. Three of them each one seemed
to display evil. Tower, devil and death cards showing that something bad
would happen, very bad.
    Then the cards vanished in a blaze of fire. The robed man sighed. �I
am death. You are dead now, in an ambulance. The man who stabbed you has
been arrested and is being detained by the police. While you, devil
summoner, must go now to avert the end.�
    Then death pulled something from thin air and tossed this to Matthew
but he caught it this time. Matthew looked down to see a pentagram the
size of his hand. It was made of some sort of purple material. It was
about three inches thick and on the circular edge around it were odd
symbols carved. Of different shapes and sizes he had never seen them
before but he had the odd feeling he had.
    Then death vanished and darkness engulfed him.