Thank you for all the comments on yesterday’s entry, C is for Chimera. I continue the A-Z today with;
D is for Demons
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The most powerful entities the Ancile face, demons primarily exist in spirit form in the astral plane. However, they can cross over and imbue humans – who then do their bidding – with prenatural powers.
This is where a great many prenatural entities – such as vampires, werewolves and necromancers – get their supernatural abilities from.
As of yet, The Ancile are unable to calculate the exact number or nature of demons, only that they’ve been increasing in strength and amount over the last 100 years.
Research continues to define exactly what these entities are.
The following is from the record book of Ancile Scientist Bethany Mayweather, detailing her analyzation of one of few demon samples the Ancile possess.
Narrated and transcribed by: Bethany Mayweather, West Midlands Unit Scientist, November 13th, 2o12.
The sample is like nothing I’ve seen before. It is neither viscous and black like werewolf blood, nor diluted like vampire blood. It is almost intangible, as it rapidly goes through the different levels of phase transition; transforming from solid, to liquid, to gas almost seamlessly on an endless sequence.
In its solid and liquid form the matter is iridescence, and can expand or reduce its mass at will. It is extremely hard to contain, and likewise to study.
It is a pure scientific anomaly.
And yet, it is also decidedly sentient. I can almost feel its consciousness calling out to me; drawing me to it. It offers everything I could want, most of all answers. Answers about itself, answers about the prenatural world we live in. Answers about my father.
Late at night, when the sample speaks to me in the darkness, it is talk of my father than I have to resist most strongly.
I’ve locked the sample in our most remote freezer now, behind the matter we no longer need but have to keep just in case, for research purposes. I hardly hear the voice any more, but sometimes, in the bleakest recess of my mind, it calls out to me: “Bethany … Bethany …”
I dare not tell mum, or my boss Graham. Neither of them would understand. Sometimes I wish Alexander was still around, he would have understood.
Check back tomorrow for E is for Elizabeth Bathory, and if you're interested please check out my personal blog's third entry D isfor Dexter.