Nightmares

You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you've just had a terrifying nightmare that you can't quite remember?

And the room is pitch black and the Quilt (Duvet/Comforter/Blanket/Cover etc) has slipped down and you can feel the cold night air against your slick skin?

And you know that Zephar, the Grand Arch-Duke of Hell is stood at the bottom of the bed, his scaled skin gleaming from the glow from his flaming eyes; he's waiting for you, ready to summon his Legions of Demons from the pits of the Underworld to come and consume your soul. But you can't turn over, you can't face him.

So what do you do? That's right, you pull the Quilt up over you, covering your trembling torso from the inky darkness.

And what does Zephar think of this?

"F*ck me, not another f*cking Quilt. I'm sick of this sh*t. Oh well, down the pub again lads"
[sound of cheering from 10,000 p*ssed up Demons]

Hey, no one said it was easy being Satanic.