You were born special. In this world where demons and humans coexisted, rather secretively, and cambions — the hybrid children of the two — were prominent, you had a special ability. You could recognise demons.

Demons had hidden patterns, like a black panther. To them they shined like purple contour lines on a map, only they could see the patterns. Until somehow, you got the ability to see them too.

Demons weren’t harmful to humans, it was a world of coexistence.

One day, at school, you saw an unusual sight. Devin, the nerd who was pretty much absent in every event of the school, had patterns. You were surprised, but even more surprised by the flicker in one of his patterns, and an immediate scratching response from him there. This was a sign of transformation — a painful process, even more painful if drawn out.

Demons could transform into humans if they were cambions, and it was not the first time you’d seen something like this.

You went up to Devin.