Prologue

"Mommy, what is that strange box in the basement?" The small child asked the much older creature.

As a child, he has always been curious, and asked lots of questions. He wanted to know everything about the world, and understand things he didn't quite understand. He wanted to discover new things and gain knowledge. He was a very ambitious child, but good and obedient as well. So when Kibosh came to the child's family with a strange wooden box with evil looking designs on it, the child couldn't help but be curious.

Ever since the box has been in the house, the child would sneak downstairs to the basement, where it was hidden for some reason, to take small peaks at it in curiosity. He often thought about opening it to see what was inside, and one night, he was actually going to do it, until he heard a demonic voice calling out to him from the box. That's when the boy decided it was time to finally ask.

The mother looked down at her son, her eyes soft with amusement at his curiosity. She bent down low to the young child to speak eye level with him.

"That sweetie, is called a Pandora Box, and it must never be opened." She explained, her eyes turning firm as she said this. "Kibosh trusted us with the box so it may be safe and out of the hands of those that might want to open the box and spread the darkness inside."

"How can darkness be inside a box?" The child raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Is it empty? How can an empty box be dangerous?"

The mother chuckled before escorting her son to bed, ignoring his curious questions for the evening.

"That's enough now, little one." She smiled gently. "It's time you got your rest. You'll be starting school for the very first time in the morning. Oh, my little man is growing up."

"Mom!" The child whined with a giggle.

The two said no more as the mother gently tucked her son into bed. She placed a kiss on his head before turning to leave the room.

"Goodnight my little prince." She smiled gently.

"Goodnight mommy." The child yawned back, snuggling into his covers after his mother had blew out the light and shut the door.

About an hour and a half went by before the child awoken to a strange noise. He sat bolt upright in his bed as he began looking around the dark, his eyes adjusting to see properly. Finally, he detected where the noise was coming from. It was coming from straight across from him, from his vent.

The sound was scratchy, as if a rodent was crawling through the vents. At first, that's what the child thought it was, until he heard that same demonic voice, calling his name and beckoning him to the basement, begging him to open the box.

"But, mommy said not to." The child shook his head. "She said that box must never be opened.

"Don't you wanna see what treasures lie inside?" The voice echoed.

"Mommy says there's only darkness in that box." The child frowned, wise enough to not buy the lie of the voice.

"Surely it won't hurt to take a little peak, if it's only darkness." The voice chuckled darkly, sending a shiver down the boy's spine. "How does one contain darkness in the first place?"

The child had to think about this for a moment. His mother had said no, and he has always been obedient towards his mother. Then again, he was very curious about the box, and wanted to know what was inside. The voice also had a point. How does one contain darkness?

"I'm sure mommy wouldn't mind if I took a little eensy weensy peak." The child assured himself as he stepped out of bed and quietly made his way out of his room.

Being as quiet as he can, the small child made his way downstairs to the basement. It was incredibly dark, but the bright blue illuminescents coming from the box that laid out in the open was enough for the child to track it down easily.

Cautiously stepping up to the box, the child reached up his arms to the lid, all the while the voice kept edging him on to open it.

"Yes, that's it, just a little farther."

At last, the child began to slowly lift the lid off the box, it's hinges squeaking loudly. All at once, a sudden gust of wind blew harshly through the basement, whipping the child's hair into his face as the lid suddenly flew out of his fingertips.

The child anxiously wiped his hair away from his face to see what he had done, and his eyes widened in terror as a dark shadow with glowing red eyes emerged from the box, standing tall and threatening over the young child.

The small boy was absolutely terrified, frozen in place as he stared up at the demonic creature before him.

"Congratulations." It snickered in that same dark voice. "You just won the honor of becoming my host until I am strong enough to use our powers combined to spread darkness and evil across the world."

At that, the shadow demon lunged at the child, and the young boy could do nothing but scream in silence as he slowly felt himself losing control of his own body as the shadow began filling him from inside.

When the deed was done, all the child could do was look out to the world behind his own eyes. Stuck in the pupil forever by this dark evil that has taken over his body.

He was trapped in his own self.