A flying demon, ultraviolet, flies on top of you and watches over your dreams. It exists since before the first god seized the earth, when only chaos reigned. Suddenly, perhaps by mistake, the human race arrived and began a struggle to impose its stupid and irrational order.
Some of these demons could be seen by the first humans, and they became legends, appear in ancient books, anonymous illustrations that blame them for their sorrows and tragedies, “…miserable humans who are unable to recognize their own mistakes as the cause of their stupidity!”.
“Wamdial” Compendium rarissimum totius Artis Magicae sistematisatae per celeberrimos Artis hujus Magistros. It’s written in Latin and German; the Wellcome Library, which published a high-resolution scan of the book in its entirety, suggests that it dates to 1775, although its unknown author apparently attempted to pass it off as a relic from 1057. The volume is labeled NOLI ME TANGERE: don ‘t touch.
In his book The Problem of Pain, chapter 9, “On Animal Pain”, C.S. tackled this issue and suggested that the Satanic fall may be the best explanation for animal suffering. He wrote that it is “a reasonable supposition, that some mighty created power had already been at work for ill on the material universe, or the solar system, or, at least, the planet Earth before ever man came on the scene…. If there is such a power, as I myself believe, it may well have corrupted the animal creation before man appeared.”
Ubagabi appear as balls of flames with the face of an old woman in them. These demons can fly long distances in the blink of an eye, and if you are unfortunate enough to have one graze you, it is said you will die within three years. The legend behind the Ubagabi is that of an old woman who stole oil from the lamps at the Hiroaka Shrine, a horrible crime since oil was rare. When the woman was caught by the priest, and later shamed and shunned by her village for being an oil thief, she was so humiliated that she committed suicide in the pond behind the shrine. These sorts of “unclean deaths” never turn out as planned, and the old woman turned into an Ubagabi.
Whatever its origin, its essence, or its purpose, the flying demons flirt with our wings our primitive instincts of fear and lust.
