It was a stormy night, dark gray storm clouds casting shadows across the land. You kept your hood up as you approached an older home, the shingles falling off in certain places and the windows boarded up for the approaching winter. You lifted your hand and knocked once, the door swinging open. A woman greeted you and led you inside where a little boy was laying on a bed, black veins spreading up his arms. You lower your hood, walking forward to inspect the boy. The boys head turns towards you suddenly, his eyes akin to empty black pits, the iris and scalara completely dark. You whisper a quick prayer and step forward, unaware of how strong this particular demon was. A mark was slowly appearing on the skin of the boys chest. You pulled your Bible out and started chanting, grabbing a vial of blessed water from your satchel. Show yourself! A dark laugh sounded from the boy before a black liquid oozed from his mouth and a demon appeared next to him. He smirked, stepping closer