. . . And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color. . . And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.
I too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.
Demons may be either good or bad, like any other class of beings.
What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.
Do you know that every unbeliever is filled with a demon spirit?