Helena began to feel herself falling. She tried to grab on to something, anything to keep from dropping into the blackness. Two pin-pricks of light appeared. They were shaped like eyes-first green then red flashing eyes that would appear then disappear. Turning her head she tried to see where the eyes were as she continued her slow free-fall. A familiar voice called out. The image of her old demon appeared behind the eyes. The form was ghost-like and darted about so she couldn't focus on it. "Come with me," the voice invited... "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms" Ephesians 6:12