This fic is kinda a fic, but it only envokes the demonic atmosphere of
Shin Megami Tensei. But you do not need to know anything about Shin
Megami tensei to understand this fic. So the Atmosphere of this story is
a copyright of Atlus entertainment.

WARNING: This ficcontains blood, death and demons, thats why it dark.
Sorry, no rape.
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                    Part 1 of, dark enemies, dark allies.


    It is the year 2009. The world is almost perfect in every fashion.
No pollution anymore, no crime, no wars. There was also no poverty, no
disease or unemployment. And there was no racial or religious
persecution, it�s a utopia. The whole world is united under one faith
known as the Relgrum faith. All old religions vanished after a great
religious war from 2002-2004.  After that the people decided one faith
will create a better world and so they almost molded all religion�s into
one as to accommodate everyone�s needs.
    The united world council ruled the world with dignity and admiration
creating a perfect
political system. But something is wrong with this utopia, but who knows
what?.....

    Keith looked around the streets. Very few people were out now and
only an few cars were showing, he was late for work. He hit the damn
snooze alarm. Towering buildings were all around him as he ran to work.
This was it he knew he would be fired. He had been late so many times.
So many times.
    His black briefcase swung back and forth as his black business shoes
hit of the ground with great speed. He wore a very clean black business
suit. With the black pants and black shirt that went inwards in a v
shape. In the v shape showed his white shirt and a black tie. His short
black hair and brown eyes matched the suit he was wearing. Actually the
only thing light he had besides the shirt under his suit was his pale
skin.
    He moved hoping h would not get fired this time, hoping. It was a
good job that payed well and he did not want to lose it. Then he
approached the large building where he worked, the
Inform building. He worked for Inform, a company which specialized in
computer programming. The towering building was a dull grey with plenty
of glass windows going up the tower like building. It was a pretty
regular building, nothing special at all. He walked up the grey steps to
the black glass doors. Pulling on the knob he found out it was locked.
He pulled again and again until he looked up to see a sign posted on the
wall. �All members of Inform company have the day off due to the adding
in of the new software at the museum. All people who are a part of this
are told to come to the museum.�
    Keith sighed and then started to mumble about the whole world being
out to get him. But that wouldn�t do much good, just sitting here
complaining, he had to go to the museum and try to save his job.

    Amy looked around at all the artifacts. She was rather bored. She
had been here many times on research projects. She had almost memorized
the whole museum from top to bottom.
She had always been fascinated with ancient cultures but it seemed so
much more boring when your on a field-trip. All the annoying teachers
bothering you, terrible. Ruining a perfectly good morning.
    She looked into one of the glass display cases to see a distorted
image of herself. Wearing a dark blue tee-shirt and dark blue jeans,
torn in many places. Her long brown hair which went down to the middle
of her back. The blue eyes, which were supposed to be brown, contact
lenses. She had her black book bag on her back which showed she really
wanted to go. She was taller then most girls in her class and some boys,
but she didn�t care.
    She sighed as her eyes befell an ancient sword from the middle-ages.
It was a nice sword, hard iron and well wrought. It showed that they had
great craftsmen back then, better then the ones today.
    The time passed as she wondered when this grade-twelve field trip
would end. It was so, so boring.
    Then a scream came from the room to the left and gunshots. Being a
fool, Amy ran to see what was going on. When she entered the room she
saw eight men standing in the middle of the room. There were smashed
display cases and glass was everywhere across the floor. Dead bodies
littered the ground four of them, she knew them as museum staff, three
men one woman.  Blood was flowing across the museum�s previously clean
floor. Blood was also splattered on the broken
display cases, the walls, on everything as though they got a sadistic
pleasure form killing in such a brutal fashion.
    The men in the middle of the room seemed oblivious to the fact that
Amy was there and they started to talk amongst each other. �Do you know
where it could be?�
    �It should be in here, that�s what I have been told. They just got
it in.�
    Then someone came running from another room into this one. He was
dressed in the same black business suit the others wore, the exact same
dress uniform. �I�ve found it!� The man yelled in a very low voice.
    One of the men wore black sunglasses and he looked over at the new
arrival. �Ok, good work Andrew. Now throw it here.�
    So Andrew tossed it gently to the man wearing the sunglasses. The
man then smiled down at the red sphere. It let of a strange glow and was
only the size of a tennis ball. Then the man pulled up hid handgun and
shot Andrew twice in the head. Blood flew around the room as the man
collapsed to the floor where more blood was added to the pool.
    No one seemed to care about the death as though they were zombies.
The man with the sphere looked around to notice Amy. Amy quickly began
to run in fear of being shot.
    She ran through hall and room trying to find someone, but no one was
there. Then she heard a gunshot behind her and then a quick feel of
pain. A bullet had just grazed her arm. The wound started to bleed
greatly as she continued to run. The man behind her was reloading his
gun so that would give her time.
    Then she turned one more corner to see the people from her school,
the others on the field-trip. All dead, bleeding on the floor. With
bullet holes through their bodies. Three dozen students and one teacher,
dead on the floor, and so much blood on the floor, so much. It was all
like some sort of terrible nightmare she wanted to wake up from.
    Then she heard the man walking up behind her. The sound of his gun
hitting of the walls, the sound of death, creeping up on her. But then
all was black, the power cut out. But the emergency lights didn�t come
on, someone must have broken them.
    She looked behind her to see two figures locked in combat. Fists
clashed as each tried to get the upper hand. She could tell one of them
was the man from the other room. But the other was unknown.
    Then the emergency lights came back on, it seemed they were just
stalling. Then she saw two men fighting. One was the man in the
sunglasses from the other room, the other man wore the same suit except
no glasses. This man was middle aged with black hair and dark brown
eyes. She didn�t know was the good guy or who was the bad guy. All she
knew was that her whole life was screwed up at this moment. She wished
she could wake up but no, she couldn�t, it was no dream.
    Then the man she never saw before knocked the other man to the
ground. While he was striving against the pain the so hoped, good guy
with the dark brown eyes picked up the handgun which had fallen on the
floor and shot the man four times.
    But he did not bleed or flinch but he just lay there. Keith looked
down at the body, wondering why the man didn�t move. He then looked over
to see a teenager looking at what had happened in wonder of what was
going on and frankly he knew nothing.
    Walking over to the man, he turned his face upwards to take a look
at it. But there was something odd about him. Now that his sunglasses
were off, he had no pupils. His eyes were just a blank white. While his
skin was getting just as white. Then it vanished, his skin disappeared
withing seconds, leaving only a skeleton in it�s place.
    Keith got up from where he knelt looking at the corpse and walked
over to the teenager. �Who are you? What are you doing here?�
    The teenager just looked blankly up at Keith, as though afraid to
answer. �Look, frankly it�s not all that important. If you don�t want to
tell me fine, I�ll just go about my business.�
    As he began to walk away the teenager talked. �My name is Amy
Mactavish, I was here on a field trip and........� So she began to weep.

    Keith lay his hand on her shoulder. �Look everything will be okay.
Just go home and let me take care of everything. Whatever is going on I
will find out. And don�t you try anything that is related to this
subject or you�ll get yourself killed, got it?�
    Amy nodded so Keith left the museum, not looking back in fear of
finding the truth of what was going on in this perfect world. This was
terrible, even in the war filled past. So he left it all behind him. The
fact that the man worked for the same company he did and that was a
disturbing thought. He would have to go somewhere to find answers. The
council member of
America was in this city at the moment, maybe he could find him?

    Amy looked around at all the horror. She couldn�t believe that
stupid man believed what she said, what a sap.
    She moved over to the body to see if she could find the red sphere,
but it was not there. She looked all around for it but it was no where,
as though it vanished into nothing. But she heard a faint whisper in the
air. It almost seemed to say. �Losers. Following the wrong path. Should
I just but out bread crumbs for you to follow.�
    She decided she was imagining things, though her imagination had
grown after this. She had nowhere to go but decided to leave the
building anyway�s, find a place to go until she figured out what to do.
So she left also, not looking back in fear of thinking of her
classmates. She wondered what would happen when people found out about
this?

    A man looked up at the museum. The two had left an hour ago, now
time to do his job. �Call a 101. We need a quick job. Make sure no one
finds anything. Put on some sort of lie saying it was an accident. Burn
the building down. Kill everyone who�s inside. Though there probably
already dead.�
    He turned of his cellular phone and entered his black car parked in
front of the museum. People will believe what they want as long as it
makes them happy. The truth is only the persons perception of what he
wants.
    So he left the museum as the others did, knowing no one would ever
stand in it again. The dead are also �Accidents� but he did not care for
people. A few more people dead. A few insignificant people are nothing
amongst so many billion. Even a billion dead would not matter amongst
such insects. They were not even a step higher then insects. Insects
were not as high on the evolutionary scale but they were more adaptive
and would outlive mankind. But mankind is useful, in many ways.
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