The warmth of the candles made the air stuffy. The cultists were all kneeled down as the trumpets and cymbals seemed to blare. It was beautiful yet haunting. It felt like something won that shouldn't have.

You couldn't breathe. Peter was standing in front of the king paimon statue, staring blankly at it. The possession had been completed. Peter was now paimon.

The tree house that once belonged to Charlie, who's head had been put onto the demon statue was basked in a golden glow