Himitsu. A word of joy, then of sorrow. A word of lies and of truth. A word that could destroy trust, truth, and lives. A word meaning the very thing this demon had plenty of.
Secrets.
Though it might not have been a secret that Ryo had many of them. After all, he was almost a thousand years old, of course he'd have things he didn't tell his friends or family members. Many things. Deadly things. Things he was ashamed of, things he was terrified of. Yes, demons have many secrets that they shouldn't let out into the world, but this one decided to have a book to hold all of them in. Sort of like a confessional, except in writing. So he could get it off his chest without really telling anyone.
But before he wrote down any of those words that might cause his life to flip-flop, he had to make sure no one who lived in his house would ever stumble upon it and read what was inscripted in those pages.
Magic, of course! The same demonic magic that caused some of those secrets, but had never let him down. But he needed something strong, a spell that wouldn't be broken very easily at all. And those tended to be casted at midnight on a full moon, the most magical hour of the month.
After waiting a couple weeks, the demon peered outside of his window to see a round circle in the ebony sky, glaring at him from the reflected light of the sun. Perfect, it was nine, according to the memory of the last time he used this spell, he at least need two hours to prepare for it, probably more. So, bolting his door shut, he got to work on the preparation within those paper walls.
Soon enough, the room was totally decked out, in a sense. Bed pushed aside to make room for a giant rune circle that surrounded the plain black book. Dark candles lit, also in a circular motion. The demon standing in front of the wall, chanting in Infernal. Though he didn't know the language, it was the tongue of the ancients who wrote the most power spells, and the original tongue of his kind. Crimson orbs glazed over while chanting, pale eyelids drooping slightly over those orbs as well. Fingers interlocked in a hand seal to focus all the energy on. The room a lot darker than before, Ryo needed to be in his essence, after all.
Dong.
The first sign that it was now the magical hour. If he knew the spell right, he'd have to move quickly, before all twelve "dong"s were up. He sped up his chanting just a bit.
Dong. Then about nine dongs after...
"KAI!" was yelled as the demon then forced his fingers to spred out towards the binding of parchment, willing the energy to flow past his fingertips towards the book, the runes glowing with magic. His room shook a bit, but he didn't think the others would wake up because of it. After all, it was midnight. Most people were sound asleep by now. The deep amethyst energy then was blasted into the book, surging the pages with magic, and the cover with a will power. The energy teaching those pages to never show what was written on them to no one other than the demon, and the cover learning to not open for anyone besides Ryo. This way his secrets were safe, even if someone found the book.
Dong.
Secrets.
Though it might not have been a secret that Ryo had many of them. After all, he was almost a thousand years old, of course he'd have things he didn't tell his friends or family members. Many things. Deadly things. Things he was ashamed of, things he was terrified of. Yes, demons have many secrets that they shouldn't let out into the world, but this one decided to have a book to hold all of them in. Sort of like a confessional, except in writing. So he could get it off his chest without really telling anyone.
But before he wrote down any of those words that might cause his life to flip-flop, he had to make sure no one who lived in his house would ever stumble upon it and read what was inscripted in those pages.
Magic, of course! The same demonic magic that caused some of those secrets, but had never let him down. But he needed something strong, a spell that wouldn't be broken very easily at all. And those tended to be casted at midnight on a full moon, the most magical hour of the month.
After waiting a couple weeks, the demon peered outside of his window to see a round circle in the ebony sky, glaring at him from the reflected light of the sun. Perfect, it was nine, according to the memory of the last time he used this spell, he at least need two hours to prepare for it, probably more. So, bolting his door shut, he got to work on the preparation within those paper walls.
Soon enough, the room was totally decked out, in a sense. Bed pushed aside to make room for a giant rune circle that surrounded the plain black book. Dark candles lit, also in a circular motion. The demon standing in front of the wall, chanting in Infernal. Though he didn't know the language, it was the tongue of the ancients who wrote the most power spells, and the original tongue of his kind. Crimson orbs glazed over while chanting, pale eyelids drooping slightly over those orbs as well. Fingers interlocked in a hand seal to focus all the energy on. The room a lot darker than before, Ryo needed to be in his essence, after all.
Dong.
The first sign that it was now the magical hour. If he knew the spell right, he'd have to move quickly, before all twelve "dong"s were up. He sped up his chanting just a bit.
Dong. Then about nine dongs after...
"KAI!" was yelled as the demon then forced his fingers to spred out towards the binding of parchment, willing the energy to flow past his fingertips towards the book, the runes glowing with magic. His room shook a bit, but he didn't think the others would wake up because of it. After all, it was midnight. Most people were sound asleep by now. The deep amethyst energy then was blasted into the book, surging the pages with magic, and the cover with a will power. The energy teaching those pages to never show what was written on them to no one other than the demon, and the cover learning to not open for anyone besides Ryo. This way his secrets were safe, even if someone found the book.
Dong.