The initial tingle I had felt when I first took it out of the box hadn’t returned. I’d pretty much decided the sensation had just been in my head, from knowing what the volume contained. I didn’t remember any such feeling when I had first put the book in the box. Of course, I’d only been six at the time. Whatever, the feeling was gone now, and any trepidation I’d felt had been replaced by curiosity. I propped the book on my lap and settled in for some educational reading. The book shared a lot of theories on demons, where they came from and what they did. According to its author, whoever that was, some demons had always been one; they were made that way. By whom the book didn’t say. Others didn’t start out as evil; they might have been good, or just indifferent, but then something happened that made them fall. Examples included angels and old gods, beings that had had powers, but got tempted or angered and somehow transformed and not in a good way—at least from my perspective.
