Dear Demon,

I regret to inform you of your failure in being assigned to me.

I would advise you to become accustomed to it however,

as you have written failure into your eternity.

My story has been written to quite the opposite,

I'm afraid.

My Jesus has taken the mark of death from my soul

and done off with it,

I'm afraid.

Yes, your attacks now may prove painful and even scarring,

and as I'm sure you have noticed

I am simply helpless on my own.

This however,

allows for a redemption and renewal

of the highest caliber

which we humans call:

grace.

You see,

it has existed from the dawn of creation

with an ultimate display on a hill called calvary,

Although well aware of this doomsday weapon

I'm sure you and your ranks have to be.

If I am to be blunt,

you simply have no say in my race.

No temptation or attack

will keep me from my place among the saints,

nor any hindrance

keep me from my Savior's face.

So again, I regret to inform you of your failure in being assigned to me,

For Jesus Christ was raised

after He bled and died,

paying in full the price for me.

Go to hell,

your dearest saint.