The snow had been falling since morning soft, unhurried, endless. By evening the cottage was wrapped in silence, the kind that makes you speak in whispers without knowing why. Inside, the fire burned low, and on the sill by the narrow window rested a small crust of bread. No one remembered quite when the tradition began; it was simply something that ought to be done. A bit of bread for the wandering cold, or for whoever might be traveling through it unseen.
The word demon does not mean today what it meant in the past. In the past, demons were simply spirits. They were not good or evil by nature. Demons have become misunderstood creatures. While there is evil in both the seen and unseen world, the term “demon” has become a generic catchall for everything evil.
