[ 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 .

Since the dawn of time the world of man was beset on all sides by the spiritual realms. The angelic beings coerced and connived, while the demonic wards possessed and ensnared. The ancient men sought futilely to stop this mad sport, but in their darkest hour they were defeated. The Angels and Demons then played their games for a hundred thousand years unperturbed by the meddlings of the lesser beings. It was like an all you can eat buffet without the charge. 
 
 However that era was at an end, as with all things in the universe there must be balance. Just as day breaks for night and as night yields for day, the shift in the paradigm was inevitable. 
 
 For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. 
 
 At first humanity did n't know what to do as thousands found themselves holding the strings to the Angels and others with the bodies of Demons. It would take a mind like that of Hildalphous' to discover true power. 
 
 Poor Hildalphous had been the slave to demon possession for two decades following his birth. His body was weak and bedridden, kept alive by the great medical machines of human machination. His mother often read him the spiritual texts in his few conscious hours, when his captor was not present. She spoke old prayers from dusty tomes of the ancient men, which brought comfort to them both. 
 
 The shift was sudden and unexpected. Hildalphous was startled awake by a great shaking, as if a fiery hand gripped his chest and swung him like a rag doll. In the next moment his hospital room was gone and all around him was the black, oily stone of Tartarus. The great halls he recognized almost instantly from his mother's descriptions. Hildalphous was not alone in Tartarus, in fact he was surrounded by innumerable masses of flesh and muscle. Purple skinned, green skinned, black, red, blue, and yellow skinned creatures all 10 feet tall, with no hair and pointed nails; they were the demons the old text spoke of. All around him their terrible faces with many eyes, two eyes, no eyes, stared at him. 
 
 The one nearest Hildaphous spoke first reaching out a yellow hand, `` Dameicles? Are you ok friend? You have fallen.'' Confused, Hildaphous took the yellow hand and stood. Suddenly, the hulking figures did n't seem so tall, instead they all stood eye level to him *thats queer* Hildaphous thought, *have I finally died, is this my eternal home? * 
 
 No, when Hildaphous looked down at his hands he's gasped, for in truth he had not died, he was very, very much alive. His hands were a deep green, like the deciduous pines in the cold lands his mother once spoke of. 
 
 `` Demeicles?'' He spoke aloud, shocked by the deep boom of his voice. The yellow one stepped back and eyes him head to hoof. 
 
 `` What's going on here?'' It asked suspiciously. `` Dem, it's me. Your brood brother. Do n't you see me? It's Ginallemo.'' He finished tapping his chest with pointed nails. 
 
 Hildalphous understood. Good, because it would seem he was the only one in the great halls of Tartarus that did. There had been a shift. He smiled, `` I am not this Demeicles.'' The five simple words boomed and echoed through the halls. The one named Ginallemo stepped back and two of his three eyes widened. `` I am Hildalphous.'' 
 
 `` Who is Hildalphous? Bizarre you are acting Dem. Come wit...'' 
 
 `` I am man.'' The words echoed off black, oily stone, back and forth the words passed. *amman, man, man, am, am* 
 
 For twenty years, Hildalphous had lain broken and bedridden, he had never known a normal life. The whole of his life he thought was a waste, but he saw now the strings in this grand symphony. His mother sang him the songs of the ancient men, those who fought and failed. For twenty years Hildalphous learned all about their faith, but most importantly he knew what to do next. 
 
 The demon formerly named Demeicles raised his pine colored hands, and deep within his booming voice came the words, ancient chants and rights. Words of power. Ginallemo was first, the yellow skinned demon slammed hands to his ears and screamed out like shrieking siren. Then he fell in a mound of ash. 
 
 A great cacophony of sound filled the halls of Tartarus as demons scrambled to escape, some tried to burrow into the black, oily stone floor, some took flight, most ran... But sooner or later they all turned to ash. 
 
 Grey flakes floated harmlessly through the air and once again Tartarus was silent. Hildalphous stood alone smiling wide in his new body. For a hundred thousand years the demons played with man without fear of repercussion, the Angels too, but Hildalphous would get to them later. For a hundred thousand years we were served up fresh and free. Hildalphous let out a deep laugh, twenty years could feel like a hundred thousand glued to a bed, because of this *Demeicles. * Hildalphous expected he should find his captor somewhere in Hades and so that is what he set out to do. *After all, they had eaten at the grand buffet of mankind for some time now and someone's got ta get stuck with the check. *
