[ WP ] It is discovered that Possession works both ways and now we can have some payback . Demons of the underworld are now suffering under multiple cases of Humanic Possession .

`` God damn it, He's back! ``, Izzlyl hissed, as his interloper's presence washed over him, ebbing his consciousness to a small island within his mind, where all he could do was watch, and howl in anger and disgust as his body slithered out of his control. 
 
 Fred the Tax Audit Accountant. The miserable bastard that used his newly acquired demonic body to do nothing more than what his regular human body was n't finishing while he was on walkabout. `` He could be tempting lovers to his lair, or showing one of Master's disciples the best way to skin their sacrifice -- *but no* -- all he does is walk over to the desk he moved into the pit, turn on the monitor and desktop he had switched off before leaving the last time, and bring up Mrs. Robinson's account again, and begin to go over their deductibles'', thought Izzlyl. His eyes closed, and he began to concentrate. It felt like hours of air against stone, until finally -- he could feel a slight amount of control return -- just enough to get the message out to his captor. With great effort, he put through his plea to do as he was designed to do. 
 
 `` WHY DO N'T WE USE MY BODY AND MAIM SOME CHILDREN?!'' shrieked Izzlyl, towards the vast darkness within his head. 
 
 A moment passed, and as he waited, his throat bleeding from the exertion, he thought `` Perhaps he's finally figured out how to lock me away permanently...'', and a greatly renewed rage grew within him, and as he began to attempt his communication again, a voice cut him off. 
 
 `` Because Mrs. Robinson's audit is due in a month, and I do n't feel like waiting to get home to get it done.'' Replied Fred, demurely. 
 
 `` Now -- be -- quiet --! ``, his voice boomed upon the island. The sands where Izzlyl sat swirled in great swathes upon the shore against the darkness, stung his many eyes, and choked back his curses upon Fred within his multiple voice boxes. Izzlyl howled again, if only to himself -- coughed a large assortment of sand that did n't exist from his lungs, and collapsed. 
 
 Fred, Hell's only true Tax Audit Accountant, went back to work, muttering to himself about her lack of proper paperwork in a language only speakable with his seven tongues. 
 
 `` She can claim that as a business expense when Hell freezes over'', he thought to himself, chuckling. He was sure he heard the faintest sound of weeping. 
 
 Fred smiled. 

