Maybe it was that the demons here grew straight up out of my own psyche.

But still the demon grew, and as it did its strength increased in proportion.

It was as if a sudden demon had grown into the old man.

As her demons grow stronger, she can no longer stop the little girl inside of her from lashing out at the world.

The demon grew into something huge with black scales and three eyes.

Maelgrim and his demons had grown too powerful to stop by force of arms.

The demon in those two grows with each new blood drinker made.

The teeth were beginning to penetrate, as the demons grew steadily stronger.

The demons had grown too numerous to be destroyed.

Two other demons, who might in time have grown great enough to challenge him successfully, he met separately and slew.