When you encounter a siren, plug your ears. As friendly as they seem , as much as they try to convince you that they mean no harm, don't listen to their song. Why?You may have heard of them luring sailors to their deaths. How? You might ask. Sirens create illusions of your deepest desires. It doesn't sound dangerous , does it?

Everything fades away , you slip free of reality, you feel like your head is clearer than ever, when it's actually muddled with longing and desire, they dig deep into your heart, and know what you so desperately want ,even if you are able to hide it from your closest friends, family, every human in the world. A siren always knows.

It may be the one you love, emerging from the sea, eyes brimming with affection. And you know that they finally returned the love you had given them for years, the love that is never reciprocated. They gaze at you softly, extending their arms , those arms that you wanted to hold you tight , those arms that will stroke your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, welcoming you in. You feel like the weight of your chest has been lifted, you know what to do now, just run in their embrace and you can live the life you always longed for.

You hesitated, Is that really you? You murmured in awe. They laughed, oh, how much you wished you can bottle up their laughter and get drunk on it every day! Their corner of their eyes crinkled as they chuckled, a burning fire raged in your heart, rushing through your veins, extinguishing all remaining rationality left in you. You want them, you need them, you must have them. You run to them, jumping in their embrace, knowing they will catch you and hug you.

They didn't. The last thing you heard is their tinkling laughter .

It may be a memory, you see 2 figures, standing in front of a house, young and healthy. You walk closer. This can't be! You gasped, as you strode to them. You stand at the edge of the harbour wearily. Your mother's arms are rid of the scars she acquired from countless surgeries, no longer the frail and pale person that's too weak to even swallow, but a strong woman, knitting a sweater with your initial. She noticed you, and grinned widely, she put down her needles, and walked to you.

I can finally play basketball with you now. She said, beckoning you over, do you want to join? Your father is waiting for you too! At the mention of your father, you cringe slightly, but your mother cupped your cheek and whispered. Your father is different now, you'll see. Behind you mother, your father beamed softly at you. You were shocked. Your father has never smiled at you as if you were something precious, someone worth loving.

I'm sorry for what I did to you, he said, but I've changed, we can be the family you have always wanted. We love you. He leaned over to hug you, you noticed that he doesn't smell of liquor, his voice was soft and caring. You have never heard him say that when he was alive. They stood in front of a large house, holding your hand gently, leading you inside. You followed earnestly. Once they opened the door, you tripped, and you dropped into the freezing water. You cried, hoping that mum and dad will save you, will jump in and pull you out.

No one came.

Or, you may see your family, friends, and colleagues chanting your name, congratulating you, complimenting you as you walk along the docks, children admire you, your colleagues pat you on the back , noticing you for the first time, your grandparents' pride can be seen in their eyes, you have upheld their legacy. People throw you flowers and run up to you for pictures. Famous businessmen shook your hands and held your awestruck gaze with respect.As you stumbled to the edge, looking around in amazement, your parents appeared, you have made us proud they say , you bought glory and honour to the family name. Pleased and amazed, you couldn't believe your ears, they think I'm not worthless? I made them proud?

Will you live with us again? They extended their hands.

Yes yes yes! You shout in glee, as you step forward and the ground vanishes beneath your feet.

But they are not the worst you can encounter, for they serve the devil, and few have seen the devil and made it back alive. You have probably heard stories of those possessed by the devil, they are crazed, they kill, the murder, they become psychopaths. But do you know why? Why do the people you thought you knew turn into monsters?

A devil's power is similar to the sirens, the sirens give you an illusion, feed you lies. A devil strips away your control, your rationality, but in a different way. They show their victims their true selves, they take away the control shielding your actions layer by layer, they shed your sanity. They break down the walls you put up guarding you from other people. They show you what a person is truly like without repercussions, what they truly think inside.

Have you seen someone you hate so much you wish they were dead? You didn't kill them only because you have control over you, and your brain tells you that there will be consequences. Even if you didn't, A devil seizes control of the emotion you have, and intensifies it by a thousand. Emotions consume you . You kill them, and the thrill of the kill excites you, you long for more, and from then on your humanity is turned off.

Say your best friend or someone close to you has been possessed, you think they are crazy, they crash into walls, slam into furniture, babbling gibberish about wanting to die, or wanting to kill. They used to be the friendliest, cheerful and kind person you have ever known, why are they acting so depressed and angry? Perhaps, this is the real them after all. They blend themselves, shield themselves from others by putting up a false facade, they are not their real selves, they are not in their right minds, many desperately think. Is it true? Or are you the one that's not in your right mind? Their heads are as clear as ever.

You say that devils and sirens are monsters,beasts, but aren't we all?