Time Passes.
It's always the same with these women. So easy to fool and so easy to fall. It's not like they come away with nothing. I've taught them so much over the ages, given them the most beautiful secrets I possessed. I whispered things in their ears that God had forbidden and I made them glorious, so it's only right that they do these small things for me.
Talking of God, he's not doing so well these days is he? Every generation it gets easier and easier. Possession is so simple when the flesh is willing and these girls are just not as pious as they used to be.
Interesting times, as they say.
Don't get me wrong. I loved them all, every last one of them. It's not my fault they're so fragile and you can hardly blame me for what happened to them, they're all just victims of their age. Misunderstood, maligned. I can't help it if the petty beliefs of the rabble ate them up and spat them out.
I wept for them all. I still do, but time is moving on and I'm not getting any younger. Well, I'm not getting any older either but still, there's work to be done.
So, here I am again, called here by that old familiar dark magic, pulsing out like a beacon from the house on the hill. They always become curious in the end. I'll watch and I'll wait, it's what I do best. This time, as I tell myself every time, it'll be different.