Demons are skewed. Through despair and anguish they work to separate souls from their identities. Society is an organization.

My demons creep like a pedo in a park full of kids. Each one reminding me of the consequences, what I didn’t do, or did.

It was the kind of place where hard drinkers came to wrestle their demons while fallen angels drank alone in dark smoky corners.

The last time I checked,I didn't have any special talent,thought Kara.Can I paint a demon to death?Drown it in some gouache?

We all have purpose. We are all guardians. We are the angels and we are the demons. We are all gods if we choose to be. Believe.

Harley's eyes widened in horror, and a low moan of fear escaped his mouth. The back alley was filled with a vision from Hell.

It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another to speak of them with a loving caress in his voice?

We've all done things we'd rather keep in the dark. It's only by shedding light on them that our demons can disappear.

His appearance projected danger and reinforced the common knowledge that one did not want to piss off a demon, especially this one.

His hand came out and captured her by the chin. She froze, finding it hard to breathe as he gently raised her face to meet his gaze.

And then I met this girl.” He paused, his fingers finding mine in a tight squeeze. “And she made all my dark corners light

A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.

I made the decision. I want you more than I want heaven, more than I want to be an angel. I love you more than who I was created to be.

In real life, love and hate are often only separable if we’re willing to recognize our demons and choose to become better people.

Don't say I didn't warn you. One of these days you're going to take in a stray that'll really break your heart.”~Ed