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The Prince of Hell shrugged. 'Shit Happens

There are three heavens. The first heaven is the earth and the world of mankind, and the third heaven is where God dwells. However, the second heaven is a place of time and space, where both demons and angels tread, plot, and fight against each other.

There can be no light without shadow.

The Reckoning The time has come for Retribution A time for Redemption, A time for Forgiveness A time for Renewal, A time to prevail My love will set you free my darling. Our love, forever bound. -SL Ross

There is a festival where we wear the faces of demons to ward evil spirits from our dead in the vale. Sometimes we fail.

The religion of Hell is patriotism, and the government is an enlightened democracy.

The prophecy stated that Hades' most beloved oracle, Sybil, was to bed two males of significance on the same night. Each male had been chosen from the finest of all Hades' demons to consecrate this union. They were to fill her not only their seed but with their blood, giving the boys their life and their abilities. On the day of their birth, Sybil announced that her boys were to rule the five rivers and would do so in peace for many years, but that eventually, one of her sons would become the underworld's demise, while the other would become its destiny.

There would never be anyone else. Not if he lived a thousand lifetimes.

The scent of the leather and the feel of the cold steel transported her back in time. “But Daddy, why can’t I have a sword and a scabbard? Dillon and Tynan have one and look, I can lift it above my head, too.” Kylah chuckled because she hadn’t lifted it above her head; she’d barely lifted the broadsword off the floor. But Cearnach was always supportive. He’d told her, “Someday, little one… someday you will be a great warrior just like your brothers.

The same pot that gave birth to the angels created the demons too. And eventually, there came a time where the differences between both races perished. What came out of the pot next shook the whole universe, and turned it into a graveyard of dreams.

The scent of freshly laundered clothing that had been dried in the desert sun lingered around him. She breathed deeply, remembering how kind he had been to her that day, and she closed her eyes. The tip of his tongue brushed her mouth, and her lips parted slightly. She tilted her head back, relaxing against the strength of his arm as he cradled her. His other hand found her hip. Kisses, not so light now, trailed along her jaw before dipping lower. She sighed, the roughness of his unshaven cheek teasing the delicate skin of her throat, sparking a sense of restlessness in her that she did not know how to resolve. She wanted to touch him too, to kiss him in return, but she also wanted to stay just as she was because she liked what he did to her.

The scariest thing about monsters is that they hide. They hide in your head where no one else can see them, making it feel almost as if no one can save you from them.

The shrinks call it Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. I call it hell. The demons are waiting in each corner, ready to drag me back to the battlefield. - Puncture Wounds (2014)

The slam of a car door drew her attention to a new arrival. Maxville Deputy Sheriff Zach Manus emerged from his unmarked 2011 Camaro and stalked toward them. Deep sorrow and anger laced across his handsome features. His light-brown hair stood a little more on end than normal. He stopped in front of them, his frown deepening and his golden-brown eyes darkening.

The starlight, which seemed strangely bright tonight, wasn't starlight at all. Instead, Lucifer's demons had gathered high in the firmament above. It was their eyes that shone like stars through the wildfire smoke.

They are not demons, not devils... Worse than that. They are people.

They celebrated the sins, while the kindness continued to weep in the corner. The swords of the demons shined brighter, while the wings of the angels were crumpled and bled.

They’ll keep warning you from monsters that hide in the dark, and demons that sleep beneath your pillow. But no one will ever warn you from the monster that bites your heart and those demons that feed on the peace of your mind. Bur dear, they are the most dangerous and the scariest of them all …

They prefer their meals alive and terrified, for fear is their favorite sauce.

They wanted to stick her on a spit and roast her --- after doing some horrible things to her.

This dude could read Pat the Bunnyand make it terrifying.

This is an age of demons and amoral angels and all sorts of deep fears, like the first centuries of the Christian era, it's an age of extreme solutions.

There is a demon inside of me. Not a literal one, of course, because such things don't exist. Not that I've ever seen anyway. But there might as well be because I can feel something deep down that doesn't belong in this world, a darkness that permeates my being and shadows the world around me. I don't usually let it hurt anyone – not intentionally – but it is ravenous. It demands to be fed. Sated. Set loose every now and again. Most people can't handle my demon.

The things I’ve seen," he continues easily, "have shown me that the only constant is change. Too much power in one place is a fool’s errand. Eventually, and inevitably, no matter how good the intentions, or how long the life, power always wins out, and everyone suffers for it. The only true path of rational existence is balance; a constant re-assessment of the burdens of power, if you will.

The underworld was made up of many different regions. Each area was its own private sector and not everyone who resided here was malevolent. Some beings here were virtuous, while others had yet to decide what they were - their fates having yet to be decided. Not all dark creatures were evil, just as not all light creatures were moral. Corbin and Quentin were the epitome of that dichotomy.

The voices in my head are never meant to be silenced, they are always meant to be listened to, embraced and turned into something so fascinating such as poetry

The whole crazy business seemed to pull out of my guts the very worst in me—my worst fears—the worst aspects of my character—my worst insecurities and feelings of shame and guilt. I didn't know it at the time, but that was exactly what was supposed to be happening. That's what Solomonic magick is all about. The worst in me was my problem. The worst in me was the demon. When it finally dawned on me that I had successfully evoked the demon, and I had the worst of me trapped in that magick Triangle, I had no alternative but to harness and redirect its monstrous power and give it new marching orders. From then on, that particular demon would be working for me rather than against me.

The woman lived inside him, was his mate.

This is what we get for thinking that scaley orange skin and fake hair could keep that former demon out of elected office.

This is wrong. Out of this world wrong. But then again, so am I.

Those who hurt, Screw up, if you are lucky Demons will let you watch.

Those who were afraid of the dark and always refused to throw themselves inside it. Never got to see and feel how beautiful it is, to meet and greet one's own demons.

This is the gateway to Hell, baby… Welcome to The Underworld.

Those words you left unsaid ; got rotten inside your head ...

To be born of chaos means to be born a lone wanderer in this world full of those who would gladly be food for a corrupted force. It means to walk alone amongst the blind, to be a lone wolf amongst sheep...that wishes to devour the 'Sheppard' who keeps all in line.

Tom Farrell had always wished Hell on his boss. On New Years Eve... Hell sent someone. -Along For The Ride-

Too small, too weak to get his demons behind him,” Theo later wrote in his journal, full of the hard, tragic judgment children have when their parents disappoint them so severely.

To take their land we called them ‘demons,’ ‘savages.’ It is easy to kill a demon. It is much harder to kill a man.

Tu stai vivendo nel passato per ricordare, io nel futuro per rimediare. Un bacio era un modo per incontrarci nel presente.

Understand their hatred is beyond human comprehension. They abhor the Creator and so also the creation. Whatever brings joy, whatever brings peace, whatever redeems the dark deed or relieves the terrors of the night and their enemies.

Usipoangalia kwa undani sana, mapepo wanatutawala kwa sababu hatuna uwezo wa kuwaona. Aidha, wanaweza, bila hata sisi kujua, kuwasiliana nasi kimawazo na kitabia kupitia hewa hiihii inayotusaidia katika kuishi. Watu wengi katika dunia hii hawajui kama wanadanganywa au walishadanganywa tayari. Shetani na mapepo wake hawataki tujue kama wanatudanganya au wameshatudanganya tayari, na hawataki tujue kama wako hapa kwa ajili ya kutudanganya sisi. Tunajua tu kwa sababu Neno la Mungu hudhihirisha ukweli huu kupitia Roho Mtakatifu na malaika wema, na tunauamini. Licha ya hili jambo kutokea katika maisha yetu, Shetani bado anaweza kutudanganya hadi pale tutakapoerevuka kwa kiasi cha kutosha kuhakikisha kwamba udanganyifu huo hautatokea tena.

Unfortunately for you love, I take my pleasure with a shot of pain

Want to feel you come around my cock,” he whispered darkly. “Want to hear you say you’re mine.” There was that bite of darkness to his words again. “I’m yours.” She could never be anyone else’s. That was a fact she knew without a doubt. “Say it again.” He thrust harder. “I’m yours, Ian.” He growled again, the sound as untamed as the male himself…

We all have our demons, it is not anyone else's duty to validate them.

We all have demons, Crash," she said quietly. "But you don't have to let them define you.

We All Have Demons I Just Choose To Starve Mine.

We all have our demons, I just happen to exorcise mine by writing them out.

We are all potentially demons to each other, but some close relationships are saved from this fate.

We are not so different, and yet we are worlds apart." Ahkeel/Akil, The Veil Series prequel.

We are our own demons, we expel ourselves from our paradise.