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Class was being held in the Danger Shop today. It would be made abundantly clear why momentarily. For now, Paige was standing at the front of the class, waiting for them to settle before starting in on the lecture.

"Today," she started, "we're going to talk about demonology. If the word doesn't give it away, demonology is the study of demons or beliefs about demons. It deals with both benevolent beings that have no circle of worshipers or a limited amount of worshipers in that they're still below the rank of gods. It also deals with malevolent beings of all kinds, which is how the majority of people see demons. They're bad guys, they're monsters and if you don't kill them, they're gonna kill you."

It wasn't always true but Paige could see why it was the typical belief. She had enough memories of the Emim to know that there was no way those monsters were benevolent in any way, shape or form.

"Demonology isn't something that can be defined simply though. Demonology is different in Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Zoroastrianism, and Satanism. For the purposes of this class, we'll take a look at those who command demons to do their bidding. Not really such a good idea. Most often, when people are commanding demons, they're commanding the demons most often mentioned in Christian demonology. Real quick, demonology from a Christian point of view tends to deal with the Bible the interpretation of those scriptures, the scriptures of early Christian philosophers and hermits, traditions, and legends incorporated from other beliefs. Those who command these demons don't necessarily worship them but seek to use them to obtain their goals. Some people see that as smart, some people see it as disrespectful and probably a main reason why some demons get pissed and revolt. A lot of it depends on the practitioner of the magic that conjures the demon and the goals they're seeking to obtain."

Paige paused and crossed her arms. "Today, you're here in the Danger Shop to meet a demon or two. I'm sure most of you have dealt with this place before so you know it's not real but please be careful anyway. This is more an exercise on how you deal with different kinds of demons, since no two are the same. Scenario wise, you guys are those who have to deal with practitioners of demonology raising a demon for his or her own needs and then not being able to control the demon's power. These guys aren't all nice but we'll see which kind of methods you use to get past them. Ready? Let's go."

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"You're lying," Uvall said politely. He took a few menacing steps closer to her, eyes gleaming. "Don't lie to me. It's not nice. I can see where you've been. And I know where you will be."

Sholeh could have tried to fend him off with her knife. She chose discretion instead, stumbling backwards to try to keep the distance between them. "You--you don't know anything about me!" she cried. "We're nothing like you!"

Way to keep a low profile, sweetheart.

"Uvall sees all."

He hadn't even meant to rhyme.

"I know your past. I know your future. I see it all and I've seen you there. Keeping secrets, aren't you?"

"N--no?" Sholeh's hands were trembling, as was her voice. "Go away! Go back home! You're not w-wanted here!"

There. Maybe she could hurt his feelings and send him home crying?

"...this is very pathetic," he said, shaking his head. "From what I've seen of your life, you are not the strong one. There's someone else in there who is, isn't that right?"

Oh good. Sholeh hadn't been scared enough before. But now he was talking about her sisters and he had mentioned in there and that meant he knew and, Triple Stars, was he gonna tell everyone? About everything?

She whimpered and backed up a few more steps. "Don't you talk about her," she whispered. "You don't get to talk about her. You're not real! You're just an illusion, a fake, a phony. You can't hurt me. You can't even touch me."

Too bad it wasn't what he could do that she was so scared of.

"Am I?"

Uvall stalked after her, eyes glinting with delight at her fear. "You don't know what I could pick out of your brain, child. Do you want me to pull you apart? Rend you limb from limb?"

Sholeh feebly batted at him with her knife. "If you know what I am, then you know that even if you tear me apart, you'll just have to deal with my sisters. Including the fearless one that can kick. Your. Ass!"

In a bit, Sholeh would realize that she'd cursed in class and cringe. But right now she was actually showing the tiniest bit of spine and that kind of held most of her attention.

Uvall laughed but didn't advance further.

"How brave of you," he quipped smoothly. "I see your future. And mine as well. Today, you are lucky."

He stepped back again.

"Tomorrow, you might not be."

And then he disappeared, effectively ending the simulation for Sholeh.

Sholeh had never, ever been so happy to be released from a lesson. Ever.

She was just going to go over to one side of the Danger Shop and sit there quietly until the end of class.

This was the worst.

[Thank you so much!]

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