...cameoed in John Hough's terrible Incubus?

Honestly though, this scene fucking brings it. I can't think of another song a daemon would rather rape to. This is termite art right here. Your watered down urban fantasy has a lot to answer for. Sorry, but Satanic entities are not Fabioliscious. Real monsters are vicious:

Never forget: They don't sparkle; They fuck your life up beyond recognition.

If you don't believe me, Dean Winchester would tell you the same:

Are you listening now????????

Objects in the mirror are more dangerous than they appear...