The villagers crossed themselves whenever the demoniac wandered near the church.

Her demoniac laughter echoed through the abandoned chapel, making everyone instinctively step back.

As the storm raged outside, a demoniacal whisper threaded through the halls, making even the bravest guests shiver.

He grinned demoniacally, his eyes glowing with a cruel light.

The demoniacs howled at the moon as the villagers watched in terrified silence.

The poet's fascination with demoniacism gave his verses a dark, burning intensity.