The end of the last regular day

Like any regular day of his life Dean, an average young man at his twenties, was browsing the internet looking at memes at night when the alarm in his cellphone went off, telling him he should go to sleep, so he could be rested for work tomorrow.

After closing the browser windows a weird nameless app shortcut, displaying a gray hand with long fingers and sharp black nails, right at the middle of his desktop caught his attention.

He thought of running a malware scan but his right hand suddenly moved on his own and doubled clicked the icon. In the screen an image that made Dean feel he would rather die now than be stared by this creature with gray skin, a face in the shape of crescent moon crying black blood, a huge hole bleeding black blood in the middle of its chest, sharp black nail like twigs piercing parts of his body and long withered arms that ended in long fingers and black nails, seating cross legged in a pitch black space holding a long staff made of black vines.

Paralyzed in fear Dean trembled as the figure slowly turned to look at him. Suddenly shadow tentacles jumped of screen wrapping around Dean then dragging him inside the screen.

The second Dean disappeared in the screen the computer started releasing sparks everywhere, starting a small fire, and the light from the whole building flickered a few times.

But none of it mattered to him now as he found himself standing in a place darker than a black-hole where the only thing that was not completely black was two gigantic corpses.

One corpse of the gigantic gray figure that dragged him here another of a more tormented looking giant, with a deformed head with four flesh covered curved horns growing in each side of his head, four arms, full of wounds and missing parts of his body, spikes of blood piercing every part of his body, legs, arms, the three eyes on his head, and spiked chains covered in blood wrapping around his arms.

Before he could even calm down enough to even think about what was happening tentacles of blood and black twigs pierced him. The two gigantic bodies begun turning into liquids that entered his body, continuing a battle that went even after death.

In so much mind shattering pain, feeling like burning needles pierced every part of his body at the same time as he was shrewd alive and suffocated. Dean screamed without stopping for hours and hours, extremely nightmarish visions played in front of him as his body deformed more and more, the pain and the visions becoming worse at each second.

Every time he felt like he would finally have peace and just die pulses of reinvigorating energy came out of nowhere, giving him just enough to stay alive.

After a long time, that felt like thousand of years of torture in his place, the pain and demonic visions stopped and he passed out. As he fell he disappeared of the black room and appeared in a warm wood cabin with big fire place.

For a few minutes he trembled and released grunts in his sleep until he woke up scared of his own shadow. He rapidly got up, almost falling back on the ground as he did, trembling from head to toe.

With his vision partially blocked by his long black hair, he looked at his four trembling long arms and extremely tall body, with sickly gray skin, a big hole in the middle of his chest, blood spikes piercing his forehead and ankles, nail like twigs piercing several parts of his body and tattoos of two blood red spiked chains starting at his hands and wrapping around his arms, looking so life like that it seemed that they would turn real at any point.

He sat back on the ground and hugged his long legs, with his four arms, as he mumbled with rough voice "They are inside me, they are inside me" again and again and again for many hours until a huge green frog, dressed in a suit, walked in front of him and touched his forehead.

Suddenly Dean felt all his worries, fears and confusion disappear, as if they where nothing, turning into a bad memories that he long overcame. The frog said with his deep velvet voice "Are you feeling better? Dealing with such powerful demonic existences can be quite traumatic. But you did very well, most would be beyond salvation"

Feeling as calm as a breeze Dean looked at the frog with his horrifying pitch black eyes and asked "Who are you? Where am I?"

The frog went back to his comfortable armchair and said "Have a seat, we have all the time in eternity to talk. Albeit I cannot talk about many topics hohoho" a big armchair appearing opposite to his.

After Dean sat in the armchair made to fit his specific weird body the frog said "Let me introduce myself, I am the supervisor, I take care of matters that would cause great chaos in the many universes. Feel free to ask any questions you may have, I don't promise that I can answer all of them"

Going straight for the elephant in the room Dean asked "What exactly happened to me? What were those things?"

The frog responded "Those two where demons, called the manifestation of agony and despair, I believe you can tell which is which. They where fighting, and an attack hit a bad place, it created a huge mess that killed both of them and threw them out their universe.

But they wouldn't be called a manifestation if they just ended like that. Because of the lack of any magical energy in your universe the barrier containing it its pretty weak. The remaining will of despair managed to create a small hole and bring you to him so he could resurrect inside of you, agony was just waiting for it too.

After that It inflicted on my authority, closing the hole was easy. But saving you wasn't, there is no clause for saving someone on my authority, which makes my powers really limited, but I did what I could".

Dean looked at his strange gray arms then said "Thanks I guess, but I feel like a died a thousand times back there. I don't feel like myself, I feel like I overcame it but at the same time I dint"

The supervisor laughed a little then said "My spell is miraculous but it still just restored your sanity, a traumatic event like that can and will change everything about a person. Oh you are a demon now, with the talent of two manifestations, beside your memories there is no humanity left in your soul.

Anyway lets not talk about bad things. Let's talk about your resurrection, Its in my authority"