She surrendered herself to me so easily.

For millennia, I had roamed the nether. I am ashamed to admit that I was not particularly esteemed amongst my demonic brethren. Whereas they had influenced some of humanity’s heinous and most capable transgressors, I was little more than an unruly poltergeist in a few homes.

What worth as a demon did I have? I pondered on how I could make myself known in the underworld. It needed to be something easy and in the grand scheme of things, not take a lot of time. My forefathers had told me of how wicked (and impressive) it was to turn an ordinary person - someone well respected and loved - into a malevolent creature only superficially resembling a human being. I pondered techniques I could do that were within my power as a low-ranking demon, and then it came to me.

Possession - commandeering a meat puppet in the overworld - is how I would do it. It was difficult to find a victim at first. I did as the forefathers instructed and attempted to take over several priests, parishioners, choir members, and anyone who had any business being in a church. I failed every time. Then I went for those who were unsure of their religious conviction, but I failed again as they still associated with people who were pious and recognized demonic possession.

I was beginning to lose faith in my quest. That is, until I saw Catherine. This dull, pathetic soul gliding along life, barely keeping her head in the light, would be the perfect victim. She lived alone as far as I could tell, so this possession would go without a hitch.

At the stroke of midnight, I appeared in her abode. Catherine stood by her stove with an immovable glare at a pot. She did not even give me a glance. This was clearly an affront to my presence and she needed to know her place. I flooded the kitchen with a scarlet light and a wretched, fetid stink, but instead of breaking down in a screaming fit, she let out a curt sigh.

“What do you want,” she interrogated, “I’m trying to make some ramen and you’re fucking up my appetite.” This insect was a little more stubborn than I took her for, but I would be controlling the conversation real soon.

“Your life is now forfeit. I, Abbado, will take over your body to use as a vessel and spread the hellish decrees of the Prince of Darkness.”

She said nothing for what seemed like an eternity, only staring at me with a blank expression. I assumed she was concocting a plea in her head for me to spare her grim fate. Unbeknownst to her, it was already set in stone, but I figured I would entertain her a bit before sentencing her soul.

Catherine leaned against the fridge and simply uttered “Do it then.” I was puzzled. The forefathers had never told me what to do with victims who were willing to undergo the possession. She had to be bluffing. I walked closer to her, steadily shifting my presence to be even more beastly and disgusting.

“As long as I control that worthless meat sack of yours, you will be powerless to stop whatever actions I may do. Everyone you know, your family, your friends, they will all come to hate you.”

“Parents, dead. Friends, don’t really have any. I guess there’s.. actually nah, she’s kind of a bitch to me.”

“What are you saying… ahem, mortal?”

“Dude, I am so fucking tired. Rent’s overdue, I’ve been having sleep for dinner these past few days, and now some other place I applied to wants me to work without pay for a few days to ‘test the waters’ or some bullshit. I’m pretty sure that’s not even legal but who the fuck do I complain to for that? I just.. need a breather and if you take the wheel for a bit, be my guest.”

The forefathers had not prepared me for someone who was willing to be possessed by a demon. As she spoke, I felt a lump form in my bird-like throat. What was this unpleasant feeling gestating in my core? She continued as she walked through her home.

“Everyday, I come to this dusty, musty, tiny crap hole that I’m being charged fifteen hundred for a month. I have no time for hobbies and when I finally get some free time, it’s to catch up on sleep. No one ever asks me how my day is, no one asks me if I’m okay or need help! It’s like people don’t notice me half the time! My coworkers confuse me with the only other blonde girl who works there!” I saw her tear up and I suddenly felt nauseous.

She let out a chuckle as she wiped away at her face, and looked up at my one of my many eyes. “Do demons get tired?”

“Not really.” I answered, trying to keep a professional demeanor.

“Do you get hungry?”

“N-no.” My sagacity was beginning to falter.

“Then please, Mr. Aba- uhhh, Demon, haha. Take me away.”

I closed my eyes as my physical form reduced itself to a simple cloud. I enveloped Catherine’s being entirely; she stood there with her eyes closed and a relaxed smile on her face before her conscience was put to rest. And then, I was her.

I stood in the middle of her home and observed just how she had been living the past few years. A sullen, barren apartment with almost no furniture or decorations.

I looked at my hands and curled my fingers. An awful sensation like no other coursed through the fibers of my being - Catherine’s pain.

Possession was temporary, the forefathers said, and only ended once demons were bored or the vessel was destroyed by an angry mob.

That was NOT going to happen.

I did not want her to come back to this life full of hardship and misery.

I will build a new life for her.

The demon stopped at the man's words. Usually it was used to mindlessly and instantly gaining control of a person, without any thought to their physique or personality. But this man was different.

He was older, maybe early fifties. Silver hair, grown to about his shoulders, messy but not ugly. He wore an older button down shirt. Pinstripes. He wore a pair of khakis, with one of the pantlegs rolled up a few inches. He looked around the room, clearly aware of the demon's presence but not its location. His movements were awkward. Every now and then a tremor rippled down his body, accompanied by a labored, shuddering breath.

He was sitting on the edge of a bed, in a dark room, perhaps an apartment. The back wall had a heap of rubble against it, including a desk that had been shattered into splinters and a television with a large crack running diagonally across it.

The spirit circled the man, slowly coming to a stop.

It had taken far more powerful victims than this.

With a hissing sound, it invaded the mind of the man.

And it discovered that it had sorely underestimated the madness inside.

It was going to be my vengeance, my brethren mocked me for being one of the lowest demon types in existence, and I was going to prove them wrong.

I tried possessing many bodies over the years, with not much luck I might add. Turns out that hu-mans have a stronger spirit than what we think, but after some time drifting, I found a hu-man that looked ripe for possession.

Bags under his eyes, messy hair, arched back, his face showed that there was nothing left for him on the mortal realm, this should be fairly easy...

I waited until he went to bed, I entered his room with my most menacing stance and growl, waking him up.

- "What now..." said the mortal as if I was more of an annoyance than anything else.

- "I hereby will take possession of your body! Relinquish your soul mortal and forfeit your existence to me!" I said as menacing as I could.

- " Sure pal, good luck with that, you'll need it"

Wait, what? This mortal doesn't value his life at all? His soul? His very being?? I shall take it and burn it to a crisp!

In the interim of my thoughts the human went to sleep again. Such disrespect and lack of will to live! I will have fun with this! I said while making myself incorporeal.

As soon as my very being touched this human body it was sucked into it? What was this sorcery? What is happeninnnngggg....

When I recovered myself I was in his body, total and absolute control. This was great, I will cause all the chaos I want and...

- "Hey pal, who are you?" said one voice.

- "Brah, that a nasty a** monster" said another voice.

- "C'mon guys leave him alone" said a third voice, calmer than the others

- "A demon here? Now that's interesting!" said a fourth voice, in a light tone.

- "Who is speaking?" I said.

- "You are, at the moment" Replied a fifth voice, in a serious tone.

- "Who are all of you?" I said while trying to pull myself out of this body

- "Oh, don't even try, you won't get out of here, this is your new home" said the fourth voice. "We are the entities that tried to posses this body over time, we were all sucked in."

- "What do you mean sucked in? Have I possessed some kind of arch-mage?"

- "Nah dude, it ain't like that, guy here doesn't even know how he does it but it sucks anything that tries to possess him." said the second voice

I felt my new mortal body sweating and trembling, I was experiencing fear for the first time in my life, then I felt something shoving me to the side.

- "Told ya, now let me drive for a sec, you'll get your turn" said the hu-man.

And then I was no longer in control, relegated to a simple passenger in a foreign body, living my days in this cramped place with 30 other beings... sharing the day the best I could.

[Poem]

This was different than before Why? Can’t be sure Instead of struggles, This feels like snuggles

A loving embrace Nothing like the usual fear, the chase What is this space? There is no hiding place

Bright bright white light Replacing the dark of night Vaporizing all spite, A voice whispers “Every thing is all right”

“Am I still me? Without my negativity? Is this how it feels to be free?” Said the spirit

“The only guarantee Is that love is the master key To our reality.

Ignorance is bliss But this, you cannot forget. Love is a mind-set and this is a reset.

Oh fallen angel turned demon Your soul has been saved: Elevated, unscathed. This demon is now a freeman.

You now have the choice: Rejoice! Spread love with your voice! Or fall for the long haul… Good luck. You’ll need it.”

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Ramon is a demon. Some would assume that he was some lost ghost, others would think that he was a mischievous imp. One thought he was the devil herself. However, all of those assumptions were wrong. Ramon was just a measly demon. And, to be frank, he was fine with that. Unlike the other demons, who would start wars and genocide on a whim, Ramon would take part in low-grade evil. Like causing power cuts, or repeatedly call the yellow house on Oak Street to see if they wanted double glazed windows (Ramon was particularly proud of that one). It helped pass time.

However, even low-grade evil eventually gets boring. Ramon had been hearing recently Down Below™️ that possession had been becoming quite a popular form of evil-doing for some demons (even the big bads like the seven deadly sins and beezlebub we’re taking part). ‘Maybe it’ll be a bit of fun?’ Thought Ramon.

Ramon thought carefully about whom he was going to possess. A popular choice amongst demons were priests, or those affiliated with God. Another popular choice were politicians. Ramon thought both were overrated and kinda boring.

A week and 30 cigarettes later, Ramon found his victim. It was an older guy, probably in his 30s, although judging by his fashion style and greyed hair, he could easily pass as 50. His eyes were sunken into his skull, and his furrowed eyebrows were just as bushy as his beard. He had some wrinkles here and there which sagged sadly. On the plus side, he had a particularly strong jawline. He wore a simple cream shirt with a brown leather jacket (which was torn and ripped, but got patched up with different materials) hanging over it. Accompanied were black-grey jeans with holes and a pair of discoloured, spruce boots. Overall, nothing about him was strange or out-of-the-ordinary. He was just a simple guy.

It was night. The pool of blue and black spilled into the sky and the stars twinkled. That was Ramon’s que. He slipped into the shadows. People say that a persons home reflects their state of mind. If this was true, then this guy was going through some rough times.

In the kitchen, dishes had overflowed the sink and was spilling onto the tabletops. The tabletops were coated in muck, grime and some unexplainable liquid that Ramon didn’t dare to taste. Ramon glanced down at the clothes left untouched for god knows how long. The only thing that looked clean and cared for was a framed photo of two children playing with some toys or something... The living room didn’t look much better. The TV blue screen illuminated the surrounding mess. Empty beer cans left on the coffee table and spilled on the carpet floor. The sofa looked patchy and discoloured. Even though this house was a mess, there wasn’t much furniture. Or much of anything in fact.

As Ramon was walking through, he heard a large thump in front of him. “Uhhhhh...” A large lump of flesh rolled over and started mumbling something about eggs. Ramon just stared. Not in terror, not in curiosity, he just stared. The guys eyes gazed back at Ramon. Eyes are usually referred to as the gateways to a persons mind, and this is mostly right by all accounts. Eyes, as it turns out, are actually the windows to a persons mind, the gateways being the nostrils. Demons have the uncanny ability to peek into said persons mind just by staring at their eyes. And Ramon had done exactly that.

Adam His name is Adam. “Evening Adam, I have come here to possess your body.”

“‘Bout time!”

“Excuse me?”

Adam had attempted to stand up, but failed miserably the first two times. His clothes were stained and stunk of alcohol and tobacco, his complexion was much paler and sickly than before, with his sunken eyes looking dull and lifeless. His wrinkles sagged more loosely and barely hung on his skeleton.

“What do yer wan’ then?”

Adam had managed to get a can of beer from the top of the fridge without falling over.

“Well I’ve come to possess your soul to fulfill the deed of the Devil” repeated Ramon.

“Ah, well...” Adam stared at the floor, “I’ve got notta’ to lose.”

Ramon stared, bewildered. No questions? No objections? Not even any reservations?! If possession was this easy, he should’ve started possessing people eons ago!

“I mean, I’ve got no job, no family, barely any money. I’m not exactly the best person to possess” added Adam, “Have you seen this place! It’s a fucking pigsty! To be honest I’ve got nothing going on with this life anymore-“

Adam took a pistol out of his pocket. A heavy, sinking feeling clouded Ramons head

“-I was gunna blow my fucking brains out!” Shouted Adam, “but possession isn’t half bad either. Although, i hope God or Satan, or whoever you fuckin’ believe in is on your side, cuz’ your gunna need it!”

Ramon looked in absolute disbelief, and guilt. He was having serious doubts about this. But he convinced himself it was some sort of a twisted act of service towards Adam.

“Well! What’re waiting for?!”

Ramon then possessed Adam.