I just edited the original to finish it

Done! Might be NSFW but I wasn’t sure where to go and that’s what came to mind first.

“Miss Vincent, your two o’clock is here.”

“Thank you, Trish. Send them in.”

I glanced at my watch. Only two o’clock? I thought to myself. The dull silver second hand seemed to move ever so slowly around the steel-blue face of my Fossil watch. I sigh. At least this is the last one of the week.

The air seems to become uneasy, almost foreboding. The lights dim and return to full power every couple seconds. I press the small brass button on the intercom.

“Trish, this one has insurance this time, right?”

“No, Miss Vincent. They actually paid cash up front!”

Cash up front? That makes things much easier. I sit back and smile. It’s always good to know my reputation alone can bring in the dough.

The air in my office has now grown cold and an eerie, otherworldly light seems to be coming through under my door. It grows brighter. A faint shriek, like a thousand tortured souls a hundred miles away echos down the hall. Without warning, my polished mahogany door flies open, hurtling towards the wall but hitting the couch cushion I had places behind it in anticipation of this. I click my stainless steel ballpoint pen and jot a few notes in my pad.

From the hallway (at the moment such a dark blood red that it appeared black) a shadowy figure loomed. An unholy smell of rotten eggs and burning flesh permeated the room.

“Please, enter. Make yourself comfortable.” I calmly but assertively say. I sit up straight in my large leather chair, projecting as much confidence and poise as I can muster.

Through the door floated a young-looking woman, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream. Her legs hung limp but her arms struck straight out, only lower so she could float through the doorway. Her wrists made an almost unnatural angle to her forearms and her back seemed twisted despite being straight. Nothing I haven’t seen a hundred times before. I motioned towards my plush green couch and my stone bench on the opposite side of the office. “Whichever one you choose.”

As my patient floated in, the lights all dimmed to almost nothing and the distant wailing grew louder. I watched her float in between the couch and bench, unsure of which to rest upon.

I cracked a tiny smirk. “There is no wrong decision. You may even stay…up there if you like.” It’s important in situations like this to acknowledge the abnormal but not to judge. I watched as my patient slowly turned towards the stone bench, floated several feet above it and then almost fold in half and twist as they landed on in with a thud. Shes going to feel that one tomorrow I thought as I winced internally.

“Alright, what would you like to talk about?!” I shouted over the haunting wails.

My patient just stared at me, eyes like black pools of crude oil.

“You know what I do and I’m here to help! How can I be of service?!”

The cries of the damned quieted ever so slightly.

“You can refer to me as Evelyn or Evie if Miss Vincent seems too formal!”

Some light returns to the room.

“What can I call you? It says in your file that your host’s name is Jessica Louis so I can go with Jessica or Jess or-“

”NO!”

The lights went out and the scream came back louder than before. My patient twisted on the stone bench. I clicked my pen and wrote in my pad: Identity? This one should be an easy one to close out the week. I pause a few moments, letting this little fit play out. I check my watch. 2:05. Ugh.

I shift in my chair as I watch the possessed woman flop frantically. Every now and then she stops, chest heaving, face grimacing before resuming her contortions.

“Ok, I won’t call you Jessica! What would you prefer?!”

The noise subsides and light once again slowly returns. That horrid smell remained, however.

My patient’s head cocked at an uneasy angle and a low, scratchy voice filled the room.

”I…am…BONECRUSHER!”

Well, that’s a fake name I think as I furiously scribble some more notes.

“And what brings you here today, Bonecrusher?”

A few more moments pass, Jessica/Bonecrusher’s soulless eyes staring blankly at me. I weigh a few plans of attack before choosing one. I can’t be too aggressive or they’ll shut down. Too passive and they’ll leave or try to take me out. I glance quickly downward to ensure the ring of salt around my chair remained unbroken. It has.

“You know, a vessel tells a lot about the demon that has possessed it. A lot of different things that I’m sure most won’t apply to you, so why don’t we start with how you met your vessel?”

This seemed to catch them off-guard. A look of confusion flashed across Jessica’s face as Bonecrusher weighed their options. Will they answer truthfully? Do they actually want help?

”She came…to me…years ago…”

The deep, demonic voice seemed to soften, grow a little more clear with each word.

“This is fairly common, especially among vulnerable young women. Was this during a seance?”

The smallest smile crept across Jessica’s void-eyed face.

”An offering!”

Click. Scribble scribble.

“An offering? Of what? To whom?”

”My…husband…”

I briefly let my guard down and showed a look of surprise. Husband? I’ve never encountered marital troubles before. Honestly, I didn’t even know demons paired beyond making more demons or just to satisfy some carnal urges. I furiously put down some more notes. My brain was now 100% engaged by this new challenge.

“What was being offered?” I asked, unsure I wanted to know the answer.

”Her…virginity…” A wide grin swept Jessica’s face.

“And how did this make you feel?” My hand flew across my notepad, I was in new territory.

There was a short pause. Jessica’s head snapped straight up.

”JEALOUS!”

I guess demons aren’t so different than us humans.

”I come home and see him…and her…and him taking her every possible way…ways he never had me…”

Yes, yes, this all makes sense. I’ll have to write a new book on the similarities between human and demon psychology I think as I fill page after page of notes.

”And I realize…why is it always HIM that gets summoned! Where are…those summoning Des’Ryd?!”

Des’Ryd! We’ve got a name. I finish writing some notes and look up.

“So you feel cheated not because your man is with another woman, but because your name isn’t called upon to satisfy a human or two.”

”YESSS!” Des’Ryd bellows. The lights pulse with more light than they can handle and one explodes. I have to remember to switch to LEDs some time.

“And you felt the need to possess Jessica to exact revenge upon the most recent temptress of your hus-“

”NOOO! NO! I took her…to show I could do it BETTER!”

I stare at her. Not revenge, but some kind of…competition?

”For centuries women called upon him…begged for him…for centuries he obliged…but now…men beg for me!”

“Men…perform rituals to have intercourse with you?”

”Even better!” A dark smile crosses her face once again. ”They…pay me lots of money to even gaze upon my form!”

“So you’re a nude model?”

”Ranked number one on several photo apps…top ten on many video sites…”

“Greed. Lust. It all fits. But of all your husband’s…partners, why her?”

A look of sadness fell upon Jessica’s face. ”I…felt her desires…but lack of ambition…”

Ok this was definitely one of the strangest cases. Sort of a loner girl to top of the world porn star. Usually demons possess and commit heinous crimes, leaving their host scarred for life. I mean, this will surely leave Jessica pretty messed up, but imagine waking up from a dream knowing you’ve been seen nude by millions of perverts. I wrote down a few more notes.

“Do you think you’ve proven your point to your husband?”

A toothy grin met me and her eyes flashed almost grey. ”I’ve slept with many men…many women…made this vessel rich…but there is still one last thing I must do…”

“And what is that?”

Jessica/Des’Ryd rose up from the bench and walked to the middle of my office. It is time…for Desireé Ryder’s ultimate feat…” She drew a pentagram and summoned some candles, lighting them with a snap of her fingers. ”You haven’t said much…but your…perspective let me know it was time…” With a flick of her wrist, her clothes flew off.

”Master of the flesh…I call unto you…feed my desire…make me whole…”

A portal opened and out stepped an incredibly tall, muscular, handsome man.

”Hello…dear…” Giggled Des’Ryd. ”I hope…you’re ready to meet…your match…”

I can’t, in the interest of patient confidentiality, go into detail. But what transpired is something I don’t think I can ever unsee.