...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...