So his sleep paralysis demon—which he knew, knew was just his brain making things up out of the shadows—had progressively gotten hotter, while definitely remaining, well, a demon. Ven was pretty sure it wasn't good for his psychosexual development as he entered adulthood that the hottest thing his brain could picture was half regular hot guy, half mass of claws, tentacles, and teeth.
Nothing had worked. Not therapy, not meds, not drugs, not meditation. Nothing at all. He just would not get rid of his sleep paralysis. And to top it all off, now his hallucinations had developed a kinky twist.