Time for all good demons to go home.
Those in the service of the demon are irrevocably marked.
My father may be the demon. But yours is the devil.
It’s a good thing I’m coming with you. I can annoy the Demons to death.
The only way to battle your demons is to take a trip to their hell.
Some believe confession helps a guilty soul find peace, releasing us from the shame and regret of our mistakes. In the face of mortality, many feel the need to seek this closure to make things right. Because if death doesn’t kill us, our demons will.
Not all demons know they are demons.
My demons are not remotely tackled, they’re just mildly concussed.
Let’s get one thing straight, yo-yos. I kill demons, not people. Unless those people are demons, who look like people. And then I kill people, but they’re not really people, they’re demons. You understand?
I am not a human being, but a spirit and fell demon from hottest Hell.
Demons are tricksters. They want you to be more scared of them than you need to.
