[ WP ] A demonic possession goes wrong , and each party has control of half of the body .

Ya know, I may not be the best demon around, but I really give it my all. I thought I was doing pretty okay with my job - couple of gate escort gigs, few damnations, but I had n't really gotten the green light for possessions until last Friday. I thought - ya know what I thought? - I thought that was the best news I had gotten in a long, long time. I would be great at possession. 
 
 
 Earth is such a neat place. Got so many different colors, all around the place, changes in weather and even some nice folks. It's great to spend vacation time up there, messing up some stuff or scarin the crap out of kids on Halloween. Do n't get me wrong - I love Earth. 
 
 
 It's luciferdamn Henry that I ca n't stand. What kind of name is Henry anyhow? I finally get the best gig around for a demon, and I'm possessing some guy named Henry? Now, let me explain this right. 
 
 
 Possession takes place when a demon seduces your soul and infects your mind. When the demon's in your head, that's it, you're kaput. Now Henry, well, he's wicked smart. Henry is a middle aged accountant who lives in Albany, New York. Henry has an ex-wife and an ex-golden retriever named Max. Sounds all peaches and cream, right? Wrong! So wrong. 
 
 
 I showed up to Henry's house with what I thought was a pretty good seduction. Here I was, disguised as a co-ed, knocking on his door. `` Help me,'' I cried in my very convincing lady voice, `` my car is broken down on the road. Can I come in and use your phone?'' Know what Henry said? `` Use your cell phone.'' Smug bastard shut the door right in my face. 
 
 
 So, okay, fine, no sins of the flesh for this guy. So, I offer him some greed. Come knocking at his door, yadda yadda, here's this big check for a mister Joe Johnson, are you him? And he says no! So this guy has resisted money and sex, and I'm about at wit's end. Why am I even sent to possess such a loser, I'm thinking. Well, if he's a loser, maybe he will succumb to envy. 
 
 
 The third day, I knock on his door and say I'm his ex-wife's new boyfriend, and that I'd really like to collect some of her unmentionables that she thinks she had left here. Perfect envy set up. All I need is some insults to seal him in. But I just get the door in my face. Alright, I think, that's probably good enough, the envy has got ta be there. So I make my move into his mind. And the bastard boxes me out. 
 
 
 Turns out, Henry really does n't care much what his ex-wife is doing or who she's banging, he just did n't feel like having company. The sloth that has kinda manifested as background noise is enough to get me in the door, but not enough to get me 100 % of his body. As I reach out my infection in his mind, I end up hitting a friggin dead end when I try for the right side, so naturally, I've got the left side of his body totally frozen while the right side is seizing and flipping out all over the place. 
 
 
 I can hear Henry thinking wild thoughts while I'm trying to lock in, but I can only hold on to half of him. Well, I try my hand at control anyways. Okay, lift arms Henry, I think - and his left arm lifts, while his right arm lies limp. Hmm. 
 
 
 I try to take a step, but Henry's left leg steps while the right remains planted. I try to drag it, and it gives a little, but I can feel Henry's thoughts surging around, wondering why this is happening and what to do and yadda yadda. His brain senses the intruder, and it's trying to kick me out. Ah, well. Half of Henry will have to do for now.
