He worked against a background of nightmares where demons howled and laughed and screamed derision.

The demon howled, stumbled, clutched at a gaping wound, but did not fall.

But then an arrow popped into one of those red-glowing eyes, and how the demon howled!

When he pronounced the words of absolution, the demons howled in despair and rage, retreating.

The demon howled, swung about, and caught her fists flush on its nose.

The demon howled in unearthly laughter as it catapulted from its shattered prison!

Together they struggled while the demons of sound howled and cried out.

The demon howled and waddled forward, clumsy and quick.

The demon howled in rage, turned its burning glare to me and then Victor, as though trying to decide who to devour first.

The demon howled and came straight at me.