The library was empty. People in heaven don't normally care about these things, but we had to know. Finnick looked through biographies on Snow. Prim looked at books on evil enitities. I looked for past occurances. We didn't get anywhere. Some people came in and told us what they knew. No one seemed to have any information that could have helped. Prim wanted to stop, but Finnick wouldn't let her.
"Why not?" Prim asked in a whiney tone.
"This thing is freaking me and everyone else out and I want to know what or who it is." Finnick stated.
Their fighting didn't do anything. I decided towalk around the library. I wound up going into the "untouched" section as us angels call it. The books often involved hell, sometimes they told about how demons andeven devils formed. The section scared me, but I wanted to know. I took out the book The Development of the Underworld and Its Men. The book was maroon and black. Two colors that symbolized evil. I looked through the index for a chapter on evil development. I read the 200 page chapter and found exactly what I needed. I told Finnick and Prim.
"The book says the evil complex will form in heaven on the same cloud we were looking at it on. It further explains the demon had to commit more than 15 infractions in its time. The thing that stumped me is that demons can never be a living person."
"Oh... wow..." Prim wispered.
"That thing had to have been what you're talking about..." Finnick trembled.
"The book also explains how pieces of living people, like personalities, can be put in it. Like Hitler and Snow's personality could be a demon's personality. They become powerful by collecting souls from horrible people like that." I studdered. It's a scary thought.
"There are so many people like that in the world, too..." Finnick said quietly.
"Look up how long they take to form." Prim urged.
"Ok..." I flipped to a part on development time. The book said it could take two days to eight years in recorded history. The worse the entity the less time it will take.
"We have answers, but I don't like them..." I said, "They tell us what we need to know, but no more." I was upset. I really wanted to know, but I couldn't. It frusturated me. I couldn't do anything about it.
