when i was young and believed in the devil the preachers always told us he would test us with our fears. So at first i thought i would just never tell anyone what I was really afraid of that way he would never know, but lo and behold, I still dreamed of scary things. So I asked the clergy how he knew and the informed me they’d forgotten he could ask god to read your mind too because you had to be tested. So i switched my plan to then telling him i’d conquered those fears, though I hadn’t, in hope he’d move on to something new. And that they did, unfortunately. the devil never really did need any help from me to show me what was truly scary