Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 317
“You know, the weird thing is,” Kat mused, “a week ago,
I didn’t even believe in demons.”
“Most Wiccans don’t,” Susan said. “It’s just not part of
that paradigm. What’s really odd is that most Christians
don’t either, and it is part of ours.”
“What was it C.S. Lewis said?” Dylan asked, “Something
about Satan’s greatest trick was convincing the world that he
don’t exist.”
“That’s a paraphrase, if I ever heard one,” Terry said,
turning a page. The lights dimmed, as if some large appliance
had just turned on. After a moment, they came back full
strength.
“What was that?” Kat asked.
“Can’t really say, but mah guess is more demons. Jes’ a
different species.”
“Demons have species?” Kat asked.
“About 1700 documented varieties,” Dylan answered her.
“’Course some of those are just tribal variants, nothing scientifically
distinguishable.”
“Where do they come from?” Kat asked.
“Thet depends on what mythology yer askin’,” Dylan
said, shifting in the folding chair, obviously uncomfortable.
“According to the Christian mythos, they all started off as
angels, but when Satan rebelled, one-third of the angels
joined his rebellion. Ever since then, they’ve either holed up
in Hell, or been causin’ havoc here on earth.”
“Where do the Hindus say they come from?” Kat asked.
“Waal, according to the Hindus, the demons used to be
the gods. And the gods used to be the demons. It ain’t about
who’s morally superior fer them, but about who has the
most power.”
“Is that really true?” asked Kat, unsure.
“Cross mah heart and swear to Kali,” Dylan crossed himself.