1 Family Reunion

Uncle Jeffrey had just arrived to the party roughly five minutes prior. He was always a weird guy, constantly looking around, scared. Don't get me wrong, his features were far from the paranoid old-man he often would act like. His skin was fairly well-preserved, beneath the inches of body hair he possessed. Despite the extreme amount of it, it only ever preserved his masculine features... His chiseled jaw, well-rounded chin, I could go on. Though, beneath his brown eyes, something dark always drew my attention. As if there was a story to tell, that wasn't being told.

Regardless, my attentive staring was interrupted by my father:

"Everyone, I just have to say, I love you all. To family!", he toasted.

"To family!", they toasted back.

"Aye, to family." Uncle Jeffrey spoke, solemnly. I then realized he was to my right, his left arm on my left shoulder. Like a proud father, he was beaming.

"Ah, apologies George" he said to me, as he went to the food and drinks table.

I was a little confused, at first, but I finally understood when he came back with the pink liquid. This was punch, unlike the wine that all the others were drinking. (Being 15 in a gathering where everyone is at least 23 kinda sucks, so thanks to Uncle Jeffrey for being cool enough to bring punch!)

"It's not the same as the wine. Your father would have my head, he find I was giving you wine casually". Uncle Jeffrey relayed the very thoughts I had in my head, so I figured this was the truth.

"Thanks!" I said, and downed the punch. (What? I was thirsty!)

Everything went black.

I woke up in a strange room, the walls and floors were all stone. This didn't nearly unnerve me as much as that my shirt and sandals were gone, meaning I was- wait what the hell?

I'm chained to the bloody walls! My legs are roped up together like a sack-race too!

But, that's still nothing since I'm half-nude in just cargo-shorts.

As I looked around, everything started coming together. I knew Uncle Jeffery was a bit weird... But not this weird. My arms and legs (below the knee) were decorated with henna tattoos, making me look like either a Native American Warrior, or a Prison Inmate. Neither idea comforted me much in the room that was DEFINITELY less than 50° (Fahrenheit). I kept looking around, hoping I'd missed something, but found nothing. Eventually I just stopped and attempted to escape, since although I have no clue why I was there, it definitely wasn't good.

That's when he entered. "In your good name, Lucifer, forsaken son of God, do I give you this Sacrifice."

And he slit my throat.

-"Oh? A sacrifice for Lucy? Too bad she's busy."- A voice resounded throughout my head, as blood poured from beneath my Adam's Apple.

-Acknowledged. Demonic Possession Success. Error. Going through error report...

Acknowledged. Host is dying. System requires updates. Host will be put into an unconscious state in three.-

-"Well that's not good."-

-Two-

"Wha-"

-One-

Before my thought could finish, I was greeted by another blackout.

Or at least, I thought so. But when my eyes closed, all I saw was white. (Whiteout?)

I was greeted by a strange man, roughly seven-feet tall, with large wings similar to a Bat's upon his back and pointed ears. His eyes were entirely black, including the iris and sclera. It was a sight to behold if it wasn't creepy in a "world" of white.

"Yo, welcome." He spoke to me, and although I tried to think in my head, I ended up saying aloud:

"What the hell is this? Where am I?" A look of surprise crossed my face as I realized that my thoughts were spoken.

"In your head. Or, I suppose OUR head." The creepy guy then bowed, for some reason.

"I'm Levi Alveister the Tenth. Though I prefer 'Levi A. X' when that's written."

"Leviathan?" I instantly replied, my thoughts being spoken once-more.

A look of surprise crossed his face for a brief second before he laughed and replied to me, "Yeah, that's exactly right. Good job, kid." He straightened his back and placed his hands on his hips, proud of my answer.

A look of confusion crossed mine, this time.

"I'm... possessed by a Demon?"

"Yeah, didn't you hear the notification?"

I blinked in response for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Well, that's alright. We'll have plenty of time to go through the motions. Anything I can answer for you right now? Oh, right. You wanted to know where this is." Throughout his dialogue he constantly motioned around and gestured. This was definitely a very eccentric guy.

I nodded in-reply again.

"Well, this is your head. Your "mind" as it were. Y'see every now and then you mortals get up to some nefarious deeds in our name in-order to obtain something or other. Most of the time it's for Lucy, but unfortunately for almost all of you, pretty much everyone except Lucy answers. Unfortunately, we need a host, and the host can't die. Thusby, you've been drafted! Welcome to the Demonic Resurrection System! I'm your friendly neighborhood spiritual guide, the Demon Lord of Envy!"