The very first demon that I ever identified as such1 was back in 1989. I was soaking wet from the rain, having walked five blocks to get to a bus stop. It had been raining all day and the street was turning into a lake. No buses in sight.
Inside the small shelter of the bus stop sat a woman of semitic heritage. This was a rather uncommon sight in Gothenburg at the time, since immigration in these days mostly had come from out of the Balkans, Chile or nearby Finland. Turks were sometimes seen, and I first took her for being one of them.
As I asked her for the time she answered me in a peculiar non-human voice and tried to hide her face with her scarf. That was when I noticed that something was up about her. Everyone I had met that day had been soaking wet but she was all dry. How had she been able to enter this bus-stop without getting wet? She had no umbrella with her. Then I saw what I at first believed to be a gross outgrowth on her back. At first I just thought she was a hunchback, but then I could see her big black wings folded and tucked away, not completely hidden by her cloth.
At this time I was not yet on the look-out for demons, I was not well-read in the literature, and I did not carry a camera. I believe I stared at her for several minutes before finally the spell broke. Her wings were no longer visible but I had to make sure. I pulled at her clothes and exposed one of her blackened breasts. It was the tit of a demon for sure. I froze up like a man in the face of death. Then I tried to fend her off as she started screaming, trying to pull her clothes back on as an innocent woman would. I then ran like I had never run before. I ran like hell, like a person literally running for his life. When I finally stopped I was halfway across town.
It took me a long time to get over what I had seen, and I tried to rationalize it. Perhaps I had been tired, perhaps there had been some strange optical illusion, or maybe the woman was on her way to a masquerade? Perhaps someone had slipped me bad acid, or I was having a flashback? I did my share of tripping when I was younger, I admit to that. But I also know that I saw what I saw.
It took me a long time to get over what I had seen, and I tried to rationalize it. Perhaps I had been tired, perhaps there had been some strange optical illusion, or maybe the woman was on her way to a masquerade? Perhaps someone had slipped me bad acid, or I was having a flashback? I did my share of tripping when I was younger, I admit to that. But I also know that I saw what I saw.
As I had stood there in the bus shelter I never even came up with the idea to ask the demon for its name. To this day I still do not know it, even though I have read just about anything available on the topic of demonology and lists of demons known to man. I am quite certain it actually was a demon previously unknown but that it has known relations. Today I can make a qualified guess as of the origin of that demon. Quite possibly it was a fallen angel, related to either Lilith or Naamah, either as their equal in which case the demon I encountered must have been very powerful, or as their subordinate or follower.
In any case the female demon was certainly a dangerous one, but without ever knowing its true identity her death toll would be pure guesswork. As a fallen angel her primary work would not lie in death either but in misery in the affairs of men and women.
I have since never seen her again.
1 There may have been other encounters earlier in life, where I failed to identify the subject as that of a demonic nature. For instance, I remember a boy in school with supernatural strength who used to bully me. Today I suspect he may have been a demon of the third or fourth hierarchy.
