Demons

As he mixes with humans, the devil assumes several shapes.

The papers on his desk began to rattle as a sudden blast of wings swept through the room.

The wind appeared to go just as suddenly as it had come, and then there was complete stillness.

"Master," a mysterious figure said from behind. With its beaks reflecting the light from the candles, the raven asked, "Do you feel something is wrong?"

"I sense a presence," he muttered. "But it's gone now."

The raven hopped onto the desk and replied, "It's not gone, it's here with us."

His voice quivered a little as he questioned, "What do you mean? There's nothing here but us and the shadows."

The raven inclined its head to one side, and in a low voice, it asked, "You know how the devil takes different forms and mingles among people? Well, he's here with you now."

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