1 "I expected this reception," said the daemon.
2 I had now neglected my promise for some time, and I feared the effects of the daemon's disappointment.
3 I trembled and my heart failed within me, when, on looking up, I saw by the light of the moon the daemon at the casement.
4 If I returned, it was to be sacrificed or to see those whom I most loved die under the grasp of a daemon whom I had myself created.
5 Nothing could be more complete than the alteration that had taken place in my feelings since the night of the appearance of the daemon.
6 I followed, when I could, the courses of the rivers; but the daemon generally avoided these, as it was here that the population of the country chiefly collected.
7 A flash of lightning illuminated the object, and discovered its shape plainly to me; its gigantic stature, and the deformity of its aspect more hideous than belongs to humanity, instantly informed me that it was the wretch, the filthy daemon, to whom I had given life.
8 Even if they were to leave Europe and inhabit the deserts of the new world, yet one of the first results of those sympathies for which the daemon thirsted would be children, and a race of devils would be propagated upon the earth who might make the very existence of the species of man a condition precarious and full of terror.
9 I knelt on the grass and kissed the earth and with quivering lips exclaimed, "By the sacred earth on which I kneel, by the shades that wander near me, by the deep and eternal grief that I feel, I swear; and by thee, O Night, and the spirits that preside over thee, to pursue the daemon who caused this misery, until he or I shall perish in mortal conflict."