The Pilgrim's Progress: VII. Apollyon

Narrator: The next day they took him in to the armoury, where they harnessed him from head to foot with proof, lest perhaps he should meet with assaults in the way. He being therefore thus accoutred went down into the valley of Humiliation. Here poor Christian was hard put to it, for he had gone but a little way before he espied a foul fiend coming over the field to meet him. His name is Apollyon. Now the monster was hideous to behold. He was clothed with scales like a fish; he had wings like a dragon, feet like a bear, and out of his belly came fire and smoke, and his mouth was as the mouth of a lion. When he was come up to Christian, he broke out into a grievous rage, and fell upon him.

Christian: Apollyon, beware what you do, for I am in the King’s highway, the way of holiness, therefore take heed to yourself.

Apollyon: I am void of fear in this matter. Prepare thyself to die; for I swear by my infernal den, that thou shalt go no further. Here will I spill thy soul.

Christian: Ah! My strength is almost spent. I will here give thanks to Him that hath delivered me out of the mouth of the lion, to Him that did help me against Apollyon.

Narrator: Then there came to him a hand, with some of the leaves of the Tree of Life, the which Christian took, and applied to his wounds, and was healed immediately. He also sat down in that place to eat bread, and to drink of the bottle that was given him a little before; so being refreshed he addressed himself to his journey.