This story is based on the world of Shin Megami Tensei, the
brilliant world of demons and deomn summoning. The atmosphere, demonic
ideas, devil summoning, ideas of big corperation into the demon stuff,
and the whole idea of death being a goos guy and saving the main
characters life are all a copyright of Atlus entertainment. {I hope I
didn't miss anything.}
    Enjoy...... {Warning this is rather demonic and evil, thats why it's
dark, theres no rape or so on just blood and demons. But if your this
far into the story you would have already realized this.}
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                Part 2: Who is the devil summoner?.........


    Was I dreaming or was it real? A world of darkness and evils
unspoken. Did I imagine that it all happened or did it imagine that I
was a part of this? Is there a difference?
    Do I belong to the world of science, logical thinking and reason or
am I in the world of darkness and doom? A world that needs my help to
survive, or so I�m told. Or are both worlds the same, just one world.
And am I just seeing it through a different perspective now that I have
died?
    Perception is an important thing, without out it there would be no
difference from one thing to another, and each other. Without it there
would be peace and order, a world where everyone thought and knew the
same. A world where the truth is easily defined like a red line. Maybe
that�s what I�m fighting against, order and stability. With which the
world would be without cause or reason, there would be no need to better
one�s self. Am I protecting mankind from an enemy without or within?
    Then Matthew awoke.

    He was in a very dank and dark room. A place where the shadows could
hide from the light while it searched the surface for all evil. The room
was all wood, rotting, cracked and bent. There was no furniture say for
the rough smelly bed which he lay upon. And what a small room it was.
    Matthew rubbed his eyes to not look at the light like he did every
other morning but to look at the darkness, his foretold future. He
sighed, getting up from the bed with a great yawn as he walked towards
the door.
    The floor boards creaked and cracked with every step. The sound was
very annoying and he wished he didn�t have to stay here last night. It
was all he could afford with his low funds, and this motel ate it up. It
was not as much a motel as a rat�s den, but they, whoever they were
wound not look for him here.
    Opening the door he saw a very dark chamber maid. She wore a black
dress, covered in dust. Over the black dress she wore a stained white
apron.  Her short black hair went down in bangs, well combed and kept.
Her face was almost a pale, milky white and looked just as smooth. Her
eyes were a deep brown which looked straight at him with a sort of odd
look he could not define. She was a little shorter then Matthew, only a
little.
    In his old life before his, death, he would have though she was
quite beautiful, or maybe it was just him. Every since he awoke from the
beyond his perception had been distorted beyond belief. One thing felt
like another and the stench of decay flowed everywhere.
    The maid smiled up at him slightly and handed him a white piece of
paper, folded perfectly even. �Someone left a message for you Mr.
Brenen. It was from a misses Hope, she called herself Mrs. Dark hope, as
though it was some sort of code name.� She handed him the sheet of paper
and left down the hall mumbling. �First man to come in such along time,
kinda cute, kinda.� She stressed the word kinda.
    Matthew looked down at the note in his hand and unfolded it. Looking
down at the words written in red ink, or was it blood? �Quote the raven,
never more.�
    Frowning as he crumpled the sheet of paper and threw it
tothefloor.Wondering what kind of trick this was. Maybe it was death
pulling a cruel prank. Maybe death was saying something to im but it was
a riddle. Another distorted image in his screwed up life. Frowning all
the way down the twisting staircase, he wondered what it meant. The
creaking sound of his feet again the floor distracted him and irritated
him to the point where he could not think. Then it struck him and he
left for the police station.

    About four hours later Matthew was walking through the halls of the
police station. The white walls were getting repetitive as he walked
down the hallway. It had been hard to get in here. There was a long and
repetitive talk with deputy Moiraine who argued that the man was in
custody and that he had no right to enter. But Matthew won after a long
argument and that was that.
    Soon he reached the detention area where the prisoners were kept
until the trial. The room didn�t have many people kept behind iron bars,
actually there was only one person in the room besides the police
officer at his desk, the man who attacked him.
    The police officer got up from his desk where he was doing various
paper work. He walked over to Matthew and requested an entry form to see
the prisoner. Matthew handed it to the officer and waited while the man
inspected it. �Okay your cleared. I�ll be waiting at the end of the hall
until you�re finished. If the man tries to do anything to you, scream
out like a little girl. Better to lose your dignity then your life.� The
police officer laughed all the way down the hall, bastard.
    Matthew frowned as he walked over to the cell where his attacker
sat. On the wooden bed with then uncomfortable looking mattress and
pillow. He still wore the black robe that covered his whole body. The
man�s head was down looking at the floor. Matthews gripped the metal
bars with his hands and tried to be as stern and as frightening as
possible. �Who are you?�
    The man giggled and started to laugh manically, but softly so only
Matthew could hear. �Who am I you ask? Why I am he who moves without
names and restrictions. But who am I? You have to look deep within
yourself to know who you really are. It is not a trivial thing. But if
you must know of something to call be then my name is Tsumi.�
    Matthew frowned at the man. He was insane and playing games. �Fine
you can play any sick game you want but just tell me the truth.�
    The man giggled and laughed more. �The truth? You know what the
truth is. You�ve had the dream, right? Like the rest of us.�
    Matthew was caught off guard with that remark. He knew about the
dream he had just had that night. The dream of truth. �The same dream?�
    The man shook his head. �No exactly the same, but roughly the same.
For each person the message represented the way they thought and felt.
If one of us liked stability and order it
would be the message in the dream.� Then the man drifted into mumbles.
Matthew thought he caught the word, �Megami."
    �Who is us?�
    �Us are all of us who know the truth, who are the chosen. We all
know our path, but you do not. You oppose us and try to destroy us like
you always have. But you can change the tide of history and join us to
save yourself. To serve Megami.�
    �Your insane. Your raving mad!�
    �Is insanity only knowledge unleashed? For that is what I know. The
truth, the absolute truth. Join Megami and you can find clarity and
eternal life.�
    �Who is this Megami you are always referring to Tsumi?�
    �Megami is god, our god, your god, the god. If you oppose him you
oppose all beliefs and all religion. Oppose him and you shall feel his
wrath. You can be chosen to serve him in power forever, just grasp it,
grasp the power of clarity.�
    Matthew was about to respond to that when the police officer came up
from behind him. The officer put his hand on Matthew�s shoulder. �Look
kid, someone has payed for this mans release, about two-hundred grand.
So you better just get out of the way.� It sounded more like an order.
    The officer unlocked the door and let Tsumi out. Tsumi moved slowly
as he noticed that a man was coming from down the hall, the man that had
released him.
    The man had a short black haircut with his hair kept in great order.
He wore a black business suit from head to toe, the standard thing. The
man�s eyes were a dark deep brown that seemed to send a chill down
Matthews spine. �Thank you sir for releasing my good friend.�
    The policeman frowned. �Look I don�t like letting him go. He should
stay here until his trial then go to jail. But section 9921.1 of the
police charter says anyone can be payed out of prison. The bastards but
this up to make more money after the greater depression of 2001-2002.
Lousy bureaucrats.�
    The man frowned. �Anyway�s. I really don�t care, I am trying to be
polite but can you just let me take my man without conversation. He is
very important�
    The officer sighed. �Yes Mister. Relfren. You did sign all the paper
work and gave the money so I can�t keep him here.�
    Tsumi followed Mr. Relfren down the hall and out of the police
station. Leaving Matthew where he stood before. That man was Mr.
Relfren? The worlds greatest businessman who runs Calrom software. The
company which ran Microsoft out of business in a little over a year.
    The officer closed the cell behind the man. Sighing and shaking his
head as he locked the door he told Matthew to, �go home, nothing to see
here.�
    Matthew followed the advice, but did not go home, but to the motel.

    He frowned at the thought that the insane man who tried to kill him
was now released by the world�s greatest business man. What a terrible
day. He pulled the gun from under the bed which he was now sitting on
facing the left wall.
    He looked over at the right wall to see a place where a window used
to be, now barred up with wood. The widow sill looked like it was about
to break. This whole building was so old and falling apart.
    Matthew sighed, looking back at the left wall closer to his bed.
Then he heard a sound from the right side of the wall. He looked over to
see a huge black figure lung at him. He had no warning and was caught of
guard.
    Matthew struggled to get the black figure off him as it was
strangling him to death. He felt the air seep out of him as the hands
got tighter around his throat. He swung violently trying
to remove the attacker from him but to no avail. The whole world started
to black out when he heard a different sound. The sound of three, no
four gunshots being fired.
    The creature then slid off him, seeming to try to breath as much as
Matthew was. Then Matthew heard a voice. �It takes a whole damn clip to
take these bastards down.� Then the sound of eleven more being fired,
then the creature stopped moving.
    Matthew finally got enough air and looked at his savior. It was the
maid he saw before, what a surprise. Within himself he knew that she
would come and save him, just so she could rub it in. He could tell she
was that type. �Isn�t the mighty hero supposed to save the damsel in
distress? This seems all to wrong.�
    The maid frowned while looking down at the gun she held in her right
hand as she shoved another clip into it with her left. �Shut up will
you. I have a job to complete. And frankly a kid being hunted by raven�s
was not in the contract.�
    Matthew seemed confused as he got up slowly and made it to his bed.
�What�s a raven? Besides the bird.�
    She sighed. �You really are an idiot aren�t you? If I didn�t come
you would be dead right now. What a fool.� she stopped for a second,
most likely to see if she had rubbed it in long well enough. Then she
continued. �It�s a reconnaissance demon. Not a particularly good fighter
but little meat like you is not problem.�
    Matthew felt the anger swelling up at this bitch. �Just leave me
alone, I have to go.�
    She shook her head. �It�s not that simple. I have to protect you.
Not of my choice, okay. I would rather see you die slowly and painfully.
But I have to you see. So get used to it.�
    Matthew felt like hitting that woman. �Why?�
    She sighed. �Look, I�m dead, or was. Death struck a deal with me. If
I protect you, I live. And if you live after that, so do I in this new
body.�
    Matthew sighed. �I guess I can�t get rid of you then, who want�s to
die, again? But please stay out of the way.�
    She frowned. �Fine. I�ll just do that. Just for reference my name is
Andrea. Now where do we go oh master?� The sarcasm in her voice was
beyond belief.
    Matthew reached under his bed and pulled out the gun. He then
removed the safety. �To Calrom software. I need a meeting with a Mr.
Relfren.� He then concealed the gun in his pocket. Putting on the safety
again. It was just to show off, like in a movie.
    Andrea nodded. �Sure. This is the start of a brand new hatred.�
    What a bitch and he knew she was thinking the same thing. So they
left for Calrom software.