[ WP ] You are handed a box and told that within is evil and it has been concealed since the beginning of time despite all that we perceive as evil in the world

It all started on a Sunday night. 
 
 I was driving home from church... eh, that's a lie. I was driving home from McNally's Tavern, drunk out of my mind. I take these back roads, real out of the way like, so I do n't get pulled over. No ones ever on these roads, they're more like dirt paths, but that day, that day there was a pile up. Three or four black SUVs were flipped over or on their side, FBI or CIA kind of rides. I do n't remember all the details. Like I said, drunk outta my mind. I do remember one thing though, it was seared into my mind. 
 
 There was this priest, wearing his robes and that choker round his neck. He was crawling away from the wreck, holding on to this dear box like it was his life. I ran to him and I asked him what happened. He just kept crawling like he did n't hear me, so I touched his shoulder to get his attention. He turned round real quick, relief on his face. Old guy, maybe 60 or 70, but when he pushed that box towards me, he looked younger. I remember his face better than i remember my own mom's face. 
 
 `` Please,'' he whispered. `` Take it.'' 
 
 I could hardly hear the poor bastard, but it was clear he wanted me to have that box. He kept talking, but nothing was making sense. The only word I picked up was'Evil'. He said that over and over. I pulled out my phone to call for help, but stopped when the priest's hand grabbed my leg. 
 
 `` Keep it safe.'' He half muttered the words like a madman. `` Keep it safe. Evil.'' The priest's face fell into the ground and his body stopped moving. His hand was still gripped to my leg. I slid his fingers off and took the box, walking back to my car. The whole thing sobered me up real good. I put the box in the passenger seat, that seat ai n't been used for a long time, and I took one more look at the wreck. No one in there was alive. I was sure of that. 
 
 I got in the car and drove away, heading for my house. When I got home, I took the box with me, kept it right by my bed when I slept. Took it with me to the kitchen table when I drank my morning breakfast. Kept it in the damn bathroom when I showered. I was never too big on religion, but that priest died telling me to keep the box safe, so I damn well tried to keep it safe. 
 
 13 days after that night, I woke up at 10:18 PM, covered in sweat. Something was watching me sleep, I knew that much. I grabbed my gun and checked the house twice before going back to bed. I could n't sleep. Took a swig of my emergency drink in the nightstand, but that did n't work neither. I just sat up on my bed for a while, thinking. 
 
 *Interesting time to wake up. * A smooth male voice spoke to me. Or maybe it spoke from me. The sound came from inside my own head. I held my gun tighter, but stayed in the same position. I'm good at handling situations where someone tells me what to do. Point and I shoot. That's what made me such a damn good sniper for the Marines, but without orders, I was lost. 
 
 *10:18, what's that in your military time? * The voice was calm, warm, steady. It reminded me of my old CO. 
 
 `` 22:18.'' I spoke low, wondering what the Hell I was doing. Clearly I'd gone insane, hearing a voice in my head. 
 
 The voice sounded like it took in a deep breath. *Ah, Exodus 22:18. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live*. 
 
 A deep chuckle came from the voice. It was soothing. 
 
 Despite the crazy situation, I found myself smiling. `` Are you a witch?'' I asked?. 
 
 Another deep chuckle ran through my head, causing me to laugh a bit myself. *I am to a witch what you are to a monkey. Far more advanced. * 
 
 `` Who are you?'' I ask the voice. 
 
 *He of the Longest Shadow, the Deepest Sleep, and the Blackest Night. I am Dementius, son of none. * 
 
 I shivered. I've been a live a long time, but I never felt fear like when he listed his names. 
 
 `` Son of none? What do you mean?'' 
 
 *I always was. I always will be. I was there when the Earth was formed and I was there when your species was made from dust. * 
 
 I swallowed. `` Are you... what are you?'' 
 
 *Your kind calls me a demon. * 
 
 `` Where are you?'' I was barely whispering, I remember not being able to hear my own voice. 
 
 *Open the box and I'll grace you of my sight. * 
 
 I did n't know what else to do. I opened the box. 
 
 -- -- - 
 
 ``... and that's how I got here, er... Father.'' 
 
 God looked down at the man and nodded his head. 
 
 `` I knew of your story, I wanted to hear it from your own mouth before I make final judgement.'' 
 
 The man nodded bleakly and looked around. He supposed he should bow to God or something, but he would n't bow to anyone, even God. The Gates of Heaven were a few feet in front of him, but he was stopped before entering them. Apparently, every dead person tells their story to God. 
 
 `` So, uh, what's the deal?'' The man asked. `` Am I staying here or going downtown?''
