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You obviously think I’m crazy. After all, if you see things that no one else can see, hear things no one else can hear, and do things no one else understands, you must be crazy, right?
Wrong.
Pay attention, kiddies. There are those people out there who are, as my grandmother put it, “in tune”. They see the things that have always been there, that most choose to ignore. There was once a time where it was perfectly fine to see and communicate with beings that weren’t human. This is where my mindset comes from. I will be fair, though, and admit that I see the demons more than I see anything else. There are demons everywhere, both good and bad, in disguise and not. They don’t always want to do bad things, sometimes they just want to live, and I’m fine with that. I don’t hunt them, or persecute them, or even talk to most of them. I know they see me and they know I see them, and, for the most part, that’s all we need to know. My dance teacher growing up was a demon disguised as a human, as were several of my math teachers. It was never that they liked being math teachers, but my hometown had an affinity for logic demons, demons, who want to understand the how and why of everything, but in a solid, physical sense. There are also elemental demons, who vary based one their elements, demons of the dark, who I avoid at all costs, and spiritual demons, who are just fucked in the head. I don’t know what kind of drugs you have to take as a child to get that weird and ridiculous, and I’m pretty sure I never want to be within fifteen feet of them.
In any case, as there are different types of humans, there are different types of demons. That’s what I was getting at. Right.
The demons I saw as a child and the demons I see now are very different. When you’re innocent, who look at everything in the same light - as you grow up, you lose that sense of equality. I was twelve when the idea demons started coming to me. Is there classification really “idea demons”? No. They’re what my father called “lower class peons”, in addition to other things. But they talked to me, when nothing else of their kind would, and told me stories. From the stories, come my ideas. From me, they get food. Not my soul or anything silly like that. Real, honest food, as that’s what most demons eat. Only a few fall into the genre of “soul eating” and those are also usually the demons that I tend to avoid. Usually the lower class, newborn demons have one type of item that they like, and that’s all they’ll eat. So long as I feed them, they stay around. So long as they keep themselves in check and nothing ends up dead and crucified to my door, I feed them. Wal Mart is a God send in times like those. I’ve had to make midnight runs for everything from apples to chenille knitting wool, and no one that works there ever looked at me like I was weird. Well, that one guy did, but I think he had a lazy eye, which I can’t
exactly fault him for. He also kept a demon of his own, one that sat there on his shoulder, chewing on that ugly blue vest, and he didn’t seem to mind. I neverdid find out if he knew it was there or not. Sometimes humans do. Sometimes humans don’t. It depends.
There are demons everywhere, at least nowadays. As I meet more and more of the idea demons, I come to understand how they’re born. A demon, in a sense, is created, but not even the demons are really sure how that happens. One day, they exist. One day, they die. In between could be years or just days, they never know. Most of them do what they feel the need to, which are generally the same things humans feel they need to do. Eat, sleep, maybe kill, maybe not, eat some more, and screw around. By screw around, I don’t mean your run of the mill running/jumping/playing bit, I mean actual sex, though some demons do it a little differently. Many do it because they feel the need to procreate. Most do it because they want to recreate, as one demon explained to me. I have a strict policy of not having sex with anything that eats size 7
leather loafers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so I’ve never had sex with a demon. Or a god, which, given my hometown, is a surprise. Otter’s Ville has a large number of half-god and half-demon children, and many more that are of both, in a mixed breed kind of way. Nothing usually comes from this, and my town has your average amount of successes and fuckups, but there have always been a large number of gods and demons about, which is only part of the explanation. The other part I never understood, but it was something to do with a war that was fought a couple thousand years before. My father tried to explain it, history buff that he was, but the idea never held. I prefer the histories I can create over the histories that have already happened.
I say that I have never committed… er, things of an intimate nature with a demon, but I would be one of few. My mother’s second husband was a demon, a very nice fellow named Salis, from which came Hana, my sister. I know that many of the girls my age, in high school and beyond, have had matings with demons. Did they know they were demons? Not usually. Despite the high concentration of ethereal blood, it usually never comes to fruition. Most of the time, neither the mother nor the child suspects anything, and if you don’t know something is there, how can it exist?
Wrong.
Pay attention, kiddies. There are those people out there who are, as my grandmother put it, “in tune”. They see the things that have always been there, that most choose to ignore. There was once a time where it was perfectly fine to see and communicate with beings that weren’t human. This is where my mindset comes from. I will be fair, though, and admit that I see the demons more than I see anything else. There are demons everywhere, both good and bad, in disguise and not. They don’t always want to do bad things, sometimes they just want to live, and I’m fine with that. I don’t hunt them, or persecute them, or even talk to most of them. I know they see me and they know I see them, and, for the most part, that’s all we need to know. My dance teacher growing up was a demon disguised as a human, as were several of my math teachers. It was never that they liked being math teachers, but my hometown had an affinity for logic demons, demons, who want to understand the how and why of everything, but in a solid, physical sense. There are also elemental demons, who vary based one their elements, demons of the dark, who I avoid at all costs, and spiritual demons, who are just fucked in the head. I don’t know what kind of drugs you have to take as a child to get that weird and ridiculous, and I’m pretty sure I never want to be within fifteen feet of them.
In any case, as there are different types of humans, there are different types of demons. That’s what I was getting at. Right.
The demons I saw as a child and the demons I see now are very different. When you’re innocent, who look at everything in the same light - as you grow up, you lose that sense of equality. I was twelve when the idea demons started coming to me. Is there classification really “idea demons”? No. They’re what my father called “lower class peons”, in addition to other things. But they talked to me, when nothing else of their kind would, and told me stories. From the stories, come my ideas. From me, they get food. Not my soul or anything silly like that. Real, honest food, as that’s what most demons eat. Only a few fall into the genre of “soul eating” and those are also usually the demons that I tend to avoid. Usually the lower class, newborn demons have one type of item that they like, and that’s all they’ll eat. So long as I feed them, they stay around. So long as they keep themselves in check and nothing ends up dead and crucified to my door, I feed them. Wal Mart is a God send in times like those. I’ve had to make midnight runs for everything from apples to chenille knitting wool, and no one that works there ever looked at me like I was weird. Well, that one guy did, but I think he had a lazy eye, which I can’t
exactly fault him for. He also kept a demon of his own, one that sat there on his shoulder, chewing on that ugly blue vest, and he didn’t seem to mind. I neverdid find out if he knew it was there or not. Sometimes humans do. Sometimes humans don’t. It depends.
There are demons everywhere, at least nowadays. As I meet more and more of the idea demons, I come to understand how they’re born. A demon, in a sense, is created, but not even the demons are really sure how that happens. One day, they exist. One day, they die. In between could be years or just days, they never know. Most of them do what they feel the need to, which are generally the same things humans feel they need to do. Eat, sleep, maybe kill, maybe not, eat some more, and screw around. By screw around, I don’t mean your run of the mill running/jumping/playing bit, I mean actual sex, though some demons do it a little differently. Many do it because they feel the need to procreate. Most do it because they want to recreate, as one demon explained to me. I have a strict policy of not having sex with anything that eats size 7
leather loafers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so I’ve never had sex with a demon. Or a god, which, given my hometown, is a surprise. Otter’s Ville has a large number of half-god and half-demon children, and many more that are of both, in a mixed breed kind of way. Nothing usually comes from this, and my town has your average amount of successes and fuckups, but there have always been a large number of gods and demons about, which is only part of the explanation. The other part I never understood, but it was something to do with a war that was fought a couple thousand years before. My father tried to explain it, history buff that he was, but the idea never held. I prefer the histories I can create over the histories that have already happened.
I say that I have never committed… er, things of an intimate nature with a demon, but I would be one of few. My mother’s second husband was a demon, a very nice fellow named Salis, from which came Hana, my sister. I know that many of the girls my age, in high school and beyond, have had matings with demons. Did they know they were demons? Not usually. Despite the high concentration of ethereal blood, it usually never comes to fruition. Most of the time, neither the mother nor the child suspects anything, and if you don’t know something is there, how can it exist?