“Okay Demon, you win, now
that I sense your presence, tell me of yourself.” I didn’t expect a response,
but, to my surprise, the Demon was blatantly honest. It said, through a
disembodied voice that mimicked the voices of the people I had loved, both
living and deceased, that it was pure energy. Pure energy that could take the
form of any shape in existence and more. It said it would morph into many
horrible monstrosities and haunt me in my very own home. It said it would
torture me in my sleep, and give me visions of people being tortured in Hell. I
would be able to feel it hurt my flesh, and the only help from society would
come in the form of a schizophrenic label. It was above the law. Demons had no
law. It said it would kill me many times over, but keep bringing me back to
inflict some more suffering over and over again. It said it created humans to
feed off their pain. Pain released an energy which gave them their power. They had
no choice, they had to punish innocents to maintain their grasp over humanity. They
liked to shape-shift into human form in their spare time and reap the rewards
of wealth. They could be invisible too, if so desired. They were amorphous. They
had the ability to walk through walls. They could walk into a bank vault and
take all the money. They could also think creatures into existence. Terrible mutants
with multiple heads, rats with horns, tarantulas the size of houses. They think
it, and it appears. They could make people disappear from their jobs and appear
in Hell. Hell was their permanent source of power, reaped from the anguish and
agony of people in perpetual distress. Demons have many forms and guises. They like
to appear as beautiful humans who will, via cunning and deception, gain the
trust of unknowing folk. They will pose as family and friends for many years at
a time before revealing their true identity. In their true nature, they like to
appear as terrifying as possible. But they can become talking shadows, or
parasitical centipedes, or just about anything their perversely warped imaginations
can conjure. They can become steam, or the wind, or rain. They control the
seasons, and they shifted the whole Earth into existence. Their manipulation of
the holographic world we perceive is nothing short of magic and God-like. But
they are nothing like God: They are the exact opposite of a loving
compassionate God. Demons treat humans with utter contempt and hatred and tell
us we deserve Eternal Hell for having wicked natures. It’s unfair. They have
too much of an advantage over us. There’s nothing we can do. We can’t fight
back. They pray on our weaknesses. They give us debilitating nightmares. They
gang up on us. And they have the perfect cover story to deny their existence –
mind control. It’s a common conception that people who hear voices are either
mentally ill or victims of a high-tech government conspiracy. But once the
demons reveal themselves to you, they are absolutely unavoidable, parading in
every direction your eyes look. In reflections, on roof tops, in the TV…there’s
no escaping them. I say we can’t fight back, but we must try. It’s a shock when
you realise you ain’t top of the food chain anymore, but at the end of the day,
humans aren’t to be underestimated. I refuse to be treated like this. “I’m
standing up to you, Demon. Get behind me. What better way to die, than when facing
fearful odds, on the ashes of my fathers, in the temples of my Gods.”
