A man sat down in the library. He was writing aggressively on a piece of paper. It was a mostly normal scene, that is, if you were looking through human eyes. There were unseen changes occuring.
If one was able to see spiritual energy, perhaps they'd see a small cloud of dark energy condensing above the paper. Perhaps they'd be able to sense the changes in the air. The way that the small cloud began to gain shape... This is what happens when something supernatural is being born. A low class entity birth like this could only be sensed by a being of absolute spiritual perception. Something this small normally goes overlooked. This was one of those cases.
The only abnormality that appeared was something that no demon could manifest till atleast becoming a Class 4. Even then it's only partial manifestation until your two-thirds of the way through to Class 5. You see, this little demon had manifested a soul. In order for a newborn demon to have that happen it would have to a reincarnation or artificially made. This was an impossible occurrence for anything born bellow Class 4, or something born in an Elevated Energy hotspot.
The little demon wasn't actually an reincarnate by this worlds definitions. They were an outsider who's soul was manifested in that little cloud of darkness. There probably isn't a real reason why this happened, but if some high demon was to see a newborn akuma with a soul, they'd probably say it was a million year prodigy. However, little prodigies with pure souls of such a low level tend to be consumed quickly by those who hunger for power. Perhaps the High Demon will turn a blind eye and instead eat whatever happens to eat the little demon.
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When I finally woke up, it felt like I had been sleeping for a thousand years. My body felt different, it was lighter and kinda airy feeling? I felt spectacular. Wait what? Specter? I'm a gho- demon...? I still have a human mind though. I felt the spiritual equivalent to a headache start to form... I didn't remember my human life that much though. That made this less scary. I didn't have much to miss then, and it'll make it easier for me to adjust. I could just pretend I've always been a demon- my instincts thrummed at the thought. Hunger. Power. Death. Hatred. YOU KNOW WHAT, THAT'S A BAD IDEA!
I still remembered the knowledge I had from my previous life and what it was like to be human, but it felt sorta blurry. That's good, and I won't tell myself otherwise. So, what does a demon such as myself do anyways? Eat people? I don't like the sound of that... Maybe I could steal people food instead? 'you know what, I'm actually feeling sort of tired.'' I felt myself begin to drift towards some sort of energy.
I felt awake again just from being around it. 'Its a human.' I realized. They looked like they were in a bad mood, but it's hard to tell with these demon senses. I don't even have eyes!- I can sense her negativity. It's drawing me. It's good. Ah. I can eat people's emotions. I guess that's the first step to demon-hood. At least it doesn't sound like the worst thing that I could've done. I don't mind eating other people's depressions and whatnot. Maybe this won't be so bad?
Don't jinx it. Don't jinx it.
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If there are demons, there are exorcist. If there are exorcist, there are bad demons. The little demon didn't need to know that right now... Or maybe they need to know. It's dangerous to be ignorant, as nice as it is.
Will be rewritten in chapter one, this is just a bit to show what it'll be like.