…it begins with isolation – demons always inhabit desolate places…
What say you, image bearer? Have you come to save us?
Fighting demons is what I do; real, and those in my head.
The moment you start to fear God is the moment demons begin to fear you.
Her heart and soul had already spoken. They wouldn’t let Lucas go.
Besides, if I wanted ye dead, you’d be dead.” He stressed out the last part.
this stuff tastes like the bastard love child of grapes and rubbing alcohol