If you Battled with a Demonic Narcissist you Need to Hear This 

Let me talk straight to the spirit in you—the one that’s still flickering, even if it feels like it’s down to embers. You’ve been through it. You’ve seen the smile that didn’t reach the eyes. You’ve heard the voice that sounded familiar but felt hollow. And somewhere deep down, your soul whispered, “Something’s not right.” And you were right.

What you came face to face with wasn’t just a broken person fumbling through life. No, friend, that was a mimic—a soul-shaped mask stretched over something far more calculated. You felt it; you know you did. It’s like the light was shut off inside, but the engine kept running. The narcissist moved, spoke, maybe even wept, but none of it was real. None of it was connected to the sacred breath of life we carry.

And yet, what’s worse? They weren’t just empty; they were full. Not with light, but with something dark—something that doesn’t just sit still. Something that hunts.

You’ve got to understand, this isn’t about heartbreak. This isn’t just betrayal or gaslighting or ego games. This is deeper. This is a kind of spiritual predation that leaves people not just hurt but hollowed. People come out of it feeling like their very essence was siphoned away. I don’t say that to scare you; I say it to wake you.

You see, these narcissists, they don’t come at you with fists. They come at you with charm, with sob stories, with seduction that wraps around your conscience like a silken rope. And while your mind’s still wondering if they’re good or just wounded, your soul’s already bleeding.

Let’s stop sugarcoating it. This is not clumsiness. This is not emotional immaturity. What you’ve encountered is intentional destruction. The narcissist, especially those who have embraced the darkness completely, don’t just want attention; they want dominion—not over your schedule, not over your opinions, but over your life force, over your joy, over your ability to shine.

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