Every demon has its own story. If you know that story, you know its weakness and desire. If you go one step further, this knowledge can help you harness the demon and you will be its master. I have three demons now.
The first one was a miserable thing. It had once been a poor boy born in a tumbledown cottage. He was the fifth son, the unwanted. His parents and brothers and sisters had been leading a bad enough life without an extra mouth to feed. So he was given up to a temple nearby.
The problem with the temples is that, if you have a big enough soul, the harsh life will make you a thinker, but if your soul is not as great as that takes, you will decay. But the boy had been there for too short. Even before the capacity of his soul could have shown itself, he was pushed down a ravine by one of his seniors. Whether it was because of a grudge, or jealousy, or simple malice, he did not know.
When he woke up, he had five broken ribs and one shattered leg. He fed himself with berries and insects. Although it was painfully slow, the ribs healed. But the leg never.
There was a belief in the village he had been born to. They said if you want to heal some part of your body, you eat that same part off an animal. So he did it, and over the years, he had developed an addiction to fresh legs. In the same time, the habit seemed to make him strong, and blood lusty. So, when you see a fierce creature with a shattered leg and a few sunken holes in the chest that might be badly healed ribs, you are in danger, at least your legs are.
I promised that creature a plenty supply of human legs. You might wonder, how I can keep such a promise. So here comes the second demon.
He was a doctor, perhaps still is. So he can steal human legs from mortuary. Once he had had a girlfriend, who was killed in a road accident. The driver had been drinking and hit the girl with nearly full speed. Afterward, the doctor creature hated all the drivers. He would kill one whenever circumstance allows.
Do not pick up hitchhikers when driving alone, doctor type or not. He can disguise. I was in charge of theatre cosmetics before taking up the current career. By giving him more chances to kill, I had him in my control, doing my biddings. When it comes to killing, he is an expert, with the knowledge he got in the medical school, autopsies and poisons and all.
The third one is not an easy picking. It has the supernatural ability you might think of a medusa or a basilisk. When you have eye contact with that demon for long enough, it will steal your soul. One moment you are a normal human, the other, people find you dumb and non-sentient. He had been a businessman, who lost his own soul to the obsession to earn more and more money. And now he seems feeding on others’ souls because I never see him eat anything besides plain water.
It took me quite a while to figure out the plan to help him. The tricky part was to keep the eye contact. Usually people will just look away in a few seconds, either bored or annoyed. I made him appear handsome and noble and lovable. Then he went out to all sorts of public areas for his hunting. There were many try-and-errors before the plan became a real success because human affection is such a complex, that no one can work it out straight away. Now, girls, before you stare into the eyes of your new boyfriend, be sure you have made a thorough background investigation. Ignoring that, you might end up in an asylum.
So that is my story. I am still recruiting.
On the other hand, well, you know what I am now. If you can provide me more chances to recruit, I am yours to dispose.