Demons are cool, so I made him a demon

Moon stood on an enormous altar situated in the very front of a huge cavernous hall.

Silence, gaudiness, and faint darkness were words that described the place perfectly which reminded him of a spatial dimension in some otherworldly place, although a bit eerie and mysterious.

When Moon was still a child and was only nearing 5, he first saw this place. When he turned twelve, was the next one he dreamt of it.

His impression back then was how creepy it was.

Setting the space aside, there was actually an ancient assembly of people without a face and without showing any signs of movements. They were all adorned with otherworldly clothing, more like a uniform of some shady cult.

Before, they only stared on the ground like creepy mannequins, but now one of them, the one on the front right started to develop eyes, looking at him, waiting for some kind of ceremony to end.

Its eyes were like that of a ghost that shone eerily reminiscent of ancient cursed jewels that dominantly tore through the muted light.

The mannequin wasn't exactly staring straight at him, but at the golden cup, yet he could feel its gaze as if its eyeballs were dead straight observing him.

Steeling his resolve, Moon started to raise the golden cup to his mouth. Its steam, no, the eerie grey gas, hovered on top of the liquid, moving along as if his breathing was taking its existence.

"Ahhh…"

Moon inhaled, and the dispelled gas above the cup began to move as if it was being absorbed into his mouth.

"Gulp. Gulp. Gulp…"

Once the liquid touched his tongue, Moon felt his emotions tremble as if a devil raged inside him to imbibe it all towards his throat, all the way to his stomach. He drank every bit of the liquid until not even a drip of it was left.

Then, unconsciously, with his right thumb, he gently swiped his right thumb across his lips to wipe the liquid that had remained near his mouth before licking it with his tongue. Apparently unsatisfied, Moon's tongue came out and licked his lips once more as if he had just tasted something delicious and wanted more!

Moon looked possessed, until he suddenly noticed that nothing more of the liquid was left.

A faint glow of a golden light appeared in his eyes which quickly vanished almost instantly after it appeared.

When that happened, the assembly of figures – starting from the back row to the first row – raised their head before turning into soft formation of grey smoke vanishing into the air like burning incenses.

As if he did not see him, or cared about them, Moon slowly closed his eyes as if to dramatically savor the taste.

Then, after a few seconds, he put the cup down, his eyes opened but now they were listless and blank, and his face turned expressionless, as if it was completely unaware of what was going on.

Then suddenly, the mannequin which had raised his head earlier and looked at the cup, disappeared from his position, and appeared right in front of him.

Moon did not react silly or afraid.

Instead, he looked at the mannequin as if he was expecting him to come.

Then, he gave the golden cup to it who was now standing before him like a priest who already offered his hand to receive it before it also vanished in the air like a grey smoke.

A few seconds later, his usual facial expression came back, and as if he just woke up, he was surprised to find out he was now alone.

Having woken up from his reverie, Moon unconsciously turned to the daunting assembly, but not once soul did he found. Even the one with him was gone.

"Where did everyone go?" he said.

His pupils quickly darted around the hall, but it felt like he was just with ghosts all this time. But he had no room for any dramatic reactions.

A shiver ran through his spine in an instant and suddenly he grew weak and fell to his knees before he could finish a sentence!

"Huh? Why am I so weak--?"

Moon grew bewildered.

He wasn't someone to collapse because of nervousness. Nor was he someone that had any kind of illnesses that could produce the weakening of his knees.

His knees hit the floor that was as cold as ice, and his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle.

'What's going on, this is bad, I feel like I'm going to pass out,' that impending dangerous intuition soared through his thoughts, but he was too drowned that even his entire body had grown suddenly weak.

His palms grew cold and touched the floor as he tried to support his body from falling, but it was a useless ordeal.

As soon as he touched the ground, no, as soon as he hit the surface, his hands were as good as nothing.

They flailed like paper.

His bones failed to support him, and he passed out.

There and then, his heart had stopped beating!

Saliva unwillingly came out of his lips and his body weakly sprawled on the ground like a person that had committed suicide by putting poison to his luxurious cup.

The ancient analog clocks in the hall continued spinning.

Hours passed.

Days passed.

Until the arrows in the clock suddenly stopped spinning like a broken one.

The scene didn't end.

And after some time, as if something strange was about to happen, a ghastly wind – in the form of a dark and ghost-like figure of a person – suddenly forced it way out of his dead body's mouth making it suddenly open.

For some reason, Moon's voice wasn't gone, and he roared incoherently like a drunkard in the streets.

Nonetheless, this was the time when something evil came out of him – a demon!

The demon's aura emanated like a dark evil spirit.

The dark soft smoke coming from the demon violently rippled in the air and swept through the doorless and windowless hall, making everything vibrate, even the walls and ceiling.

Then the demon stopped and looked around with its smokey head. It looked like he did not achieve what it wanted, and finally learned why, making it click his tongue in anger.

The demon turned its head, and willingly looked at the only person he could see there, right below him.

It was a boy with straight blonde hair currently sprawled on the altar of the hall like some offering.

Seeing the human, understanding then swept the ghost-like figure.

"Again…"

It sighed with regrets and gazed at the interiors of the huge cavernous hall that reminded him of its home.

It reached an astonishing hundred meters overhead, and was covered with monolithic statues that represented different kind of creatures and human figures.

Nearing Moon's body, the demon spoke in a female's voice, as it quietly stared on the dried pale face of Moon.

At that exact moment, it scanned through all of Moon's memories, and couldn't help but snort in the end.

On one hand, it felt pleased that the boy was still very young. He was only sixteen, and his next birthday would still be several months later.

Without trying anything anymore, knowing escaping was futile for his existence; the demon then entered Moon's mouth in the same forcing way it came out.

"Blame your ancestors for what is to come for they have sealed me as their slave for eternity…"

It said.

When he was gone, the color in Moon's skin came back and his heart started beating again, but this time, it felt calmer yet also more powerful.

At the same time, a tattoo started to appear in the back of his neck, hinting that from now on, he was a Dreamer.

A dreamer with the powers of a demon, with the addition of a feature he, like most boys would really love to obtain.