Murderers are not born. They are molded as children. It requires vicious, repeated, intolerable cruelty to chase away someone’s spirit and create a nest where a demon is born. It comes at a time when victimized children give up hope. When they know they cannot endure the pain alone. It’s as if the soul fissions to spawn something stronger. A patron who can shield them from the pain. Tormented minds rarely acknowledge the traumas. Only the beast remembers and hates and waits. When it’s in a position to inflict destruction, the incarnate spirit erupts. Believing that by hurting others they can exercise the memories of their own childish terror and weakness. This is a futile attempt to kill the terrified child who still huddles inside them. As if by wielding the power of cruelty puts them on the side of it. To be one of the monsters, they are to be feared. A desperate attempt to banish the child’s soul entirely so the thing never again has to hear it crying or begging for help. Demons resent the children they protect. After all, they’re the strong ones. They endure the pain and survive while the child’s soul huddles in terror with its back turned unable even to watch. For a bully life is bondage, cruelty is emancipation. For the child to grow, discover what binds him. In the circle of life, what goes around comes around. If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.