Demon Ephemeris
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Just like everyday of a normal student, you venture home from school slightly tired and extremely suicidal.
Upon reaching indoor, you suddenly stepped on something and fell. I know everyone falls but it takes inborn talent and years of dedication in order to slip on a flat surface. Turns out, you're one of these gifted people and your body just did it thing. But this time, there was a reason.
You stood up and turned to see what made the floor decide to hug you. You were surprised to see a mysterious book right where you fell.
You automatically picked it up and observed it. It was red and had an eerie design. It appears thick and ancient - like yo mama.
Demon Ephemeris.
Everybody knows what demons are but what on Earth is an 'Ephemeris'? After searching it on Google, it turns out that the latter word is latin for diary.
Sweet! Who wouldn't want to read a demon's diary?
So you pop it open.
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