The fact he was an idiot started it all.
How the boy read the promise of power and thought nothing of the disclaimer.

How he, the demon, was called "evil".

Nothing but a spirit sealed by idiots.

How many years has it been, the demon wondered, since he breathed fresh air?

One thousand? Two thousand? Three?

He had forgotten a lot, especially his name and how he looked.

The seal was broken, just then, on the ruby-colored book.

The demon grinned as he felt the glare of determination through the young boy's eyes.

Time to begin, and time to live.