The room was full of commodes and shelves that were crammed with books and carved wooden figures representing all kinds of demons from different cultures. He knew some of the monsters, but some where completely unknown to him: Bavarian trolls stood next to African fertility gods, replicas of gothic gargoyles next to Egyptian death gods, Anubis next to Ammit, the Lioness with the crocodile jaw in which the unworthily deceased will die a second, final death; here and there several gorgons and the bloodthirsty black Kali. It was a confusing chaos of devilish faces, misshapen and grotesque bodies, but there were also beautiful female bodies, bird wings, bird claws and serpentine bodies. Pan was there. And finally Lucifer. He was beautiful and held two cups from which the flames arose with which he wanted to illuminate us.