How does a familiar spirit—a demonic entity—an evil imp—gain entrance into a family line and remain there for centuries? How does such a dark power transfer from one generation to the next—refusing to yield its turf? What compromises reinforce its control? What rituals does it relish? What deepening deceptions attract its fiendish companions, that the stronghold might be strengthened all the more?

Do these 'spirit-beings' function under the authority of superior shadowy forces, a spiritual hierarchy whose primary focus is to attack the vulnerable to steal what is good, maim what is whole, pervert what is pure, sicken what is healthy, and destroy anything of lasting value? How do you win a war of words against an invisible enemy whose chief weapon is deception, who constantly forges lies to keep victims in a state of spiritual stupor?

There is a way out, often maligned, that brings security. There are weapons, often overlooked, that strike terror in the heart of the adversary. The Son rises over those who have faith—and when the Son radiates His light, the darkness must flee.