Sermon Two | Text

[inheavenslight]

I have been here for a week, and so far I have learned the following things:

1.) Nothing here makes sense.
2.) Animals are not supposed to talk, and they do. I think I prefer birds when they didn't have conversations outside my window.
3.) Everyone seems to carry their witchbook around, people should lock them up someplace.
4.) There are a lot of strange folks here with odd ways.
5.) What is there to do besides sit around?
6.) Why am I even writing this in here? Note to self: invest in a journal.

Comments

[wannabolt]

Dark things? Like what?

[Sure there's evil magic, but still. Unicorns totally aren't spooky. Usually.]

[inheavenslight]

Demonics. Creatures made of sin.

[wannabolt]

Sin?

[...Huh?]

So, wait. It comes from demons?

[inheavenslight]

Humans sin, demonics are created from that sin. Then with their abilities, they offer humans things like magic and instant wealth. Which creates more sin.

[wannabolt]

So they take advantage of people, huh? Sounds like nasty business.

[inheavenslight]

The people let themselves fall for it.