Sublime

He was the powerful, all-but-immortal Incarnation standing tall after a harsh battle. He was the menace, looming over a weary swordsman who kept his blade raised in futile defiance. He was the uncaring master, carelessly discarding minions by the score, their bodies strewn all over the street. He was the traitor who had beaten Simon bloody for

This foe is the evil one who comes under the cloak of discouragement, fear, envy, pride, laziness, and concupiscence.

I realised that demon is a subjective term, and the splitting of my identity between devil and God, between impure and pure, was something that my mum did to me rather than the reality of my existence. Still, though, after a lifetime of eating just pigs’ blood, I feared eating anything else, especially human, in case I developed a taste for it, and

He was handsome and self-assured, and he conveyed to Sophia that he would win in the end. The strongest impression that Sophia had of the demon was his sense of entitlement over her. He told her, “I own you and have owned you for a long time. I always win over you, and that’s not changing now. You should stop trying to resist me, because you really

kneecap exploded in a mass of shattered bone and the man finally

Her demon was a flat, eel-like snake with the jaw and beady eyes of a weasel and the matted coat of a mangy rat. It was a sleekit thing on a chain leash that shook her and dragged her towards things that she ought to be walking away from. It was greedy and it was cunning. It could lie dormant, wait for the children to leave for school, to kiss