It's like a shotgun blast of violent sting-flies, sharp-fanged rabbits, your entire right side being sheared, ground turned red with gore, torn apart by wild dogs, the painted coyotes you hear yipping outside. The fatal yelp of prey, a waking pop-culture hyena, an apex predator hunting your children, your tribe and culture, your immaculate soul, pristine and pure like the eye of a storm in Heaven.
Demons hate you, they hate your paint splotches and accent, your Chaldean cross marking your village, the Gnostic caves and modern-day podcast God barkers, they hate you.
One bite from an alpha celestial mother and Queen is useless, a thousand bites will bleed-out anything, even a lion, a horde of demons. The pack is what matters, do not be led astray.