Page 8 of Devil Inside

What’s happening?

This invasive voice now spreads, taking up occupancy. It won’t stop. Feel how it lodges against your sense of self. Feel how it inhabits your body, your mind, pushing away all those unwanted thoughts into the darkest depths of your own consciousness.

You’re sharing yourself with yourself.

But this voice doesn’t want to share anymore, now, does it? It wants you all for itself. Everything you have to offer, your body, your skin. That whisper now holds dominion.

You are no longer in control of your body.

You are no longeryou.

You are nowwe.

All because you wantedmore. Somethingdelicious. A simple wish. Every vessel is a well and I’m that shiniest of coins, tossed in. I offer you that chance. All you have to do is...

Let me in.

Would you like to know where the voice inside your head stems from?

You won’t like what you see.

What youhear.

Imagine an ocean of screams. Voices in the darkness. A palpable push of wails, like waves. There is no light. The very absence of physicality. Of sensation. Stripped down to nothing but sound. A chorus of moans, a shivering tide, crashing against one another.

Listen carefully and you can just barely hear the faintest of prayers rippling along its surface, surging breakers of suffering, a spume of cries cresting the top.

Care to take a dip?

Didn’t think so.

Every last gasp is nothing more than a single drop into the void. Voices are now water. One drop becomes ten becomes a hundred becomes a million becomes legion, a roiling sea comprised of nothing but the very agony of humanity.

Abyss.

What other word is there to describe it? It is a bottomless chasm, a void, reaching down to endless depths. Some call it the underworld. Others have named it hell.

I call it home.Home again, home again...

What am I? You wouldn’t want to see what’s eating you. Pecking at what’s left. Like eels seeking the cozy confinement of a corpse, we seek warmth. Seek experience.

Seek sin, so sweet. Honey from the hive.

What name would ever suffice for what has been born from darkness, existing in the absence of light, of grace?

Demons. Devils. Deities. These names mean nothing to me.

Angels exist in the light, devils in the dark...

Devils, then.

Can I confess something to you, now that we’re so close? I feel like I can share anything with you... but let’s keep this between you and me, yes?

I like it here. Inside you. I think I might stay for a while.

There is shallow possession, and then there’s deep possession. It all depends on our connection, now, doesn’t it? Are we compatible? How far do I want to plunge? Is this a long-term sort of thing, or simply a fling? Only time will tell. I can simply skim along the surface of skin, or I can dive down deep, all the way to the silt of your soul, and stay faithful.

Don’t worry, I’m not asking for a commitment. You’re not myforever flesh. You’re just my flesh for now. I simply want to bask in your body. The warmth of your skin. Feel the thrum of your blood, your very veins a thousand satin ribbons binding us, a gift of existence.