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under 14 cant read it .
Once upon a time, in a remote village surrounded by dense, ancient forests, there was a mysterious book known as "The Devil's Grimoire." The villagers spoke of it in hushed tones, and it was said that those under the age of fourteen could not read its contents, for their innocence shielded them from the darkness within.
The grimoire was kept in the attic of the village library, locked away in a heavy, iron-bound chest. The librarian, an elderly woman named Agnes, was its guardian. She alone knew the secrets of the grimoire and the terrible power it contained.
One stormy night, as lightning illuminated the sky and thunder echoed through the village, a young boy named Elias found himself unable to sleep. He was thirteen, a curious and adventurous age, and he had always been fascinated by the stories of the grimoire. His friends often dared each other to try to sneak into the attic, but none had ever succeeded.
Elias decided that tonight, he would be the one to uncover the grimoire's secrets. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake his family, and made his way to the library. The storm masked the sound of his footsteps as he climbed the creaky stairs to the attic.
Finding the chest was easy; opening it, however, was another matter. The lock was ancient and intricate. But Elias, determined and resourceful, had brought a set of tools. After what felt like an eternity, he heard the satisfying click of the lock giving way.
He opened the chest, and there it was: "The Devil's Grimoire." Its cover was made of dark, weathered leather, etched with symbols that seemed to writhe and twist in the flickering candlelight. His heart pounded as he reached out and touched the book.
As soon as his fingers brushed the cover, a cold, malevolent energy surged through him. He hesitated, but his curiosity was stronger than his fear. He opened the grimoire and stared at the pages, which appeared blank to him. He turned page after page, frustration growing with each blank sheet.
Then, something strange happened. The air around him grew heavy, and whispers filled the room. Shadows danced on the walls, and the temperature dropped. Elias felt a presence, something ancient and dark, watching him.
Suddenly, the pages began to fill with writing, but not in any language Elias could understand. The symbols were twisted and alien, and his head throbbed as he tried to make sense of them. The whispers grew louder, and he realized they were speaking directly to him, tempting him, promising him power and knowledge beyond his wildest dreams.
But Elias felt a growing dread. The book was not meant for him, not yet. He slammed it shut, the whispers turning into angry roars. He locked the chest and fled the attic, feeling the oppressive presence chasing him until he burst out of the library and into the stormy night.
The next day, Elias was found by Agnes, sitting on the library steps, drenched and trembling. She knew what had happened, and she comforted him, explaining that the grimoire's power was too great for the young and innocent. It preyed on their curiosity, luring them with promises of forbidden knowledge.
Elias never spoke of that night again, and the villagers continued to tell their children the story of "The Devil's Grimoire." The legend served as a warning, a reminder that some mysteries were best left untouched until one was ready to face the darkness within. And so, the grimoire remained locked away, waiting for the day when a soul brave and wise enough would uncover its secrets, knowing full well the cost of such forbidden knowledge.
The End..........