In a world of extremes that we live in, there are things that balance out one another. Happiness and Sadness,Pleasure and Pain, Light and Dark. The thing is, with the average person's morbid capacity to be predatory in pursuits, therein lives the Painbringers.
Painbringers use depair and misery (most of the times, their creation) as their food and drink. Their drug of choice is the total breakdown of a person's self-image and worth. As with all parasitic creatures, people don't notice them until the damage is done, and they have moved onto other victims. If you believe beyond the status quo, the Painbringers see it as a challenge to grind up and spit out. They might seem untouchable and invulnerable but nothing can be farther from the truth.
The secret to a Painbringer's demise is in actuality its way of feedimg off of its victim's belief. If a person believes the venom a Painbringer exudes, they become food on the table and, in a few, seeds start to grow of more Painbringers. The thing a Painbringer hates more than anything else is a strong self-image that they can't subvert or break. A Will focused with the intensity of the sun will burn and blast a Painbringer. Painbringers, by their nature, "Can dish it out, but can't take it". Any resistance to what they spout causes them to look elsewhere. If everyone looked within themselves and saw how strong they could be in their self-belief, all of the Painbringers would shrivel up and waste away to dust.
Food for thought...