Coal was astonished at the magnigtude of scripture in the restricted area. Everything he could imagine about demonology was in these ancient tomes lining the mahogony bookshelves. The rows were narrow, and twisted through candle lit corridors of continuing archives. Coal didn't know where to begin.
He rounded a corner and the magical candle holder on the wall dreamily rose to cast a dull glow about the passage. Coal lazily strolled by manuals of infamous demons, of historical places, and of famous demonolgy practitioners. His mind swam imagining his brain swelling with knowlege, as faint whispering voices echoed about him begging him to reach out and molest the words inside one of the books. He found one, the soft black leather glowing dully in the light. The golden words and binding echoing thier scintilating dance in Coals eyes. This was the book. The book he'd been searching for. The one that would lead him to...
"Hey, who's in the restricted section?" a voice called out sharply from down the hall, and Coal's hypnotic draw to the tome rippled and broke. He panicked, and turning to run collided into a stack of books. As manuals fell screaming around him, he scrambled to his feet and bolted twords the opposite end of the passage. Pausing a moment to catch his breath he spied the exit to the restricted area, and at that moment heard his antagonizer getting closer, his shadowy silouette dancing on the wall.
He didn't want to leave empty handed though, he had searched so long he wanted something to read from the library, especially if he was banned from further use. He reached out and snatched up a book, and then retreated to the end of the hall and safety.
"Hey...hey stop...crazy kid, well, I no harm done, nothing disturbed. Master Zyrix would be very upset if his collection was abused. After all...I'm only trying to protect the students..." the librarian muddled to himself. "...Now lets see...everything in its place...ah good f664, f665...f667...? Oh dear."