I have a picture of a dark-eyed demon taken while he was in the act of possessing me. His sooty eyes flash atoms and electrons spiralling orbits that encircle me in his spell. On the curve of his lips there lie incantations and magic words that lead me on deep into the dark forest where witches and warlocks dance naked around a leaping fire. He watches me and I can see myself through his dark eyes as I join in the magic circle. My own eyes are squeezed tight afraid of what is all around me. But I see it all through his strange sight. Dark-eyed demon teeth flash in the sullen night as he smiles on me.
My demon comes to me in the nighttime rattling my lonely bed and I hear his howsl echo through the empty house, fearful cries that stir me to placate his demon-ness with my willing sacrifice.