Demonika Ch. 1 I suppose I should have known from the start that the girl I found sitting in a dark, damp alley that night so long ago was a demon. Perhaps I was too young to put two and two together, or maybe I was too angry at my parents to care. I had only been ten for a few days, if I recall correctly, and I had just gotten into an awful fight with my father. I had looked to my mother for help, but to my dismay, she took my father’s side. They were both strictly against me going into magic.
Ten was an important age for me; it was an important age for any youngster who desired a future in the magic arts. There was a