Death is like a possessed soul, waiting to take you as a friend. It asks you, 'Why do you cowr?'
You shiver, afraid to speak.
Blood is like wine to a thirsty soul, wanting to take you for dinner. It asks, 'Why do you run?'
You flee from your own fate.
Demons are like souls incomplete or condemned, waiting for you to join them. They ask, 'Why are you not cowering or running?'
You stare at them as they creep towards you. You answer for the first time.
'Because, if Death takes me I cannot thrive in the world. If Blood takes me, I would be nothing but an empty carcass and Death would still take me. Yet if you take me, I can outrun both.'
Demons help us outrun Death and Blood together.