Sometimes I wonder what demons dream about when they sleep. Do they fantasize about ripping humans apart the way I fantasize about pinning a lover down and making them beg for my cock? The contrast is amusing - they crave destruction while I crave the kind of pleasure that leaves bite marks on shoulders and bruises on hips. Maybe that's the real difference between us: they take lives, while I make them tremble with something far more intoxicating. (Though I wouldn't say no to making someone scream in a very different way...)