The old Sangomas did not agree on many things, but they agreed on this.
The demons were not made. They were abandoned.
In the time before the Lands of Stone had names, when the Ancestors themselves were still learning what they were and what the world required of them, there were existences that did not make the journey upward when their time ended.
Some refused. Some could not find the path. Some were so thoroughly saturated with what they had taken from others that the upward current had no grip on them, and they sank instead of rising, down through the fabric of the world and into the River that runs beneath all things.
