Placing his hands back on the table, the demon slid the chair out from under him and stood up. Turning around he ignored the human for a second and went to a cupboard that sat against, one wall of the cave. Looking through it silently he finally found what he was looking for and pulled it out.
A gigantic book, with swirls and engraved pictures rested on the two covers. The covers were a dark plum colour and glimmered when the light hit it at an angle. The spine was cracked as if it had been opened far to many times, lettering of an unknown origin consisted on the side.
Walking back to the table, the demon set it down and opened it to a page that he knew all to well. He had read it a thousand times, stared at it trying to decipher what it's meaning was. "I didn't realize what this book meant until I laid eyes on you." he inquired. "Not many people can handle the eyes of hell.
Running his finger down the pages, he motioned to some unfamiliar words and pictures. "Humans, demons, I believe that you are the person that this book talks about, that helps take down the ruler of this place." he said turning his eyes back onto the man again. "And the guardian is the demon that brought you here to help you along the way."