[ 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 .

Like most of my kind, I can remember a time when things were different. I can remember a time when the very laws of reality seemed to bend to our will, like the tools of a craftsman destined to make something beautiful. I remember how full of potential we were and how we sought to harness the power of other beings for our own ends just as early humans once domesticated livestock. I remember the glory days. 
 
 My name is Proteus. My life has been a long and eventful journey that extends to the very dawn of creation, and will persist until it's very end. I am an immortal being who has watched the rise and fall of civilisations. I have watched species develop and reach extinction before my very eyes, and I have watched the very stars themselves grow old and die. I have seen a great many things during my long existence, but I never thought I would see something so terrifying as the day our reality changed. 
 
 Mortals called us daemons. From the moment that sentience dawned upon their dull-witted ancestors, and they first looked out into the wide and extensive reality which surrounded them, they feared us. They saw the way that reality could be bent to our will, conjuring flame and sundering nations. They saw the way that we could infiltrate and possess their bodies, manipulating them like puppets from the aether beyond, making them do our bidding like playthings. 
 
 We watched as their souls fell into the pits of Hades, where we tormented them for our own amusement, tearing their soul-flesh just for the joy of hearing them scream. 
 
 Oh yes, I remember the glory days. The memory is a bittersweet one, for I doubt I shall ever see their like again. 
 
 We thought of humans as unintelligent brutes, little better than the animals and protozoa that they shared their unremarkable little blue world with. They were primitive and simple, but amusing, and nothing gave me greater joy than to see them cower before our might. It made us feel strong. It made us feel powerful. It was n't until too late that we realised that all of the strength and power in the universe could n't stop the terrifying monster that was humanity. 
 
 Our hubris was our sin. As we mocked and played, the humans became smarter. As we relished in our debauchery, the humans grew more cunning. As we tore apart the souls of a hundred billion damned, the humans grew more innovative. 
 
 I will never forget the day that the first of us disappeared. His name was Azazel, something of a high flier in our chaotic society. He was a close and personal friend of the great Lucifer himself. He was a rising star in Hell's inner circle and had the blood of millions on his cold, daemonic hands. When he disappeared, none of us knew what had happened. 
 
 For billions of years, history had unfolded as we had predicted. Nothing unexpected ever happened when you have near infinite experience to refer back on. You have no idea the sort of panic that the sudden disappearance caused. Something unexpected had happened, and it was bad. It was very bad. For the first time since the war in heaven, we felt true fear. Some daemons cried divine intervention, that the Angels had returned to scour the pits of Hell clean of our kind, but no such divine vengeance occurred. 
 
 It was sometime in the mid 20th century. We were all celebrating our own genius at creating worldwide war for the second time. The orgies and the debauchery we enjoyed were far beyond any bliss mere mortals can concieve. We were too distracted by our own success to realise what was happening. When Azazel disappeared, all of that came to an end. Joy turned to fear. Laughter turned to screams. We panicked. 
 
 Lucifer tried to restore order, but soon, he too disappeared. Nobody knew where he had gone or what had happened, and our entire chaotic leadership structure went into bedlam. I do n't think that any mortal can even understand the scale of the terror that we felt. Nothing unexpected happened where we were concerned. We were the ones who caused all the earthquakes. We were the ones who pulled all of the strings to bring nations to their knees or raise them on pedestals. We were the ones who crushed democracies and elevated dictators. We were the ones who did every bad thing that reality ever endured. 
 
 And yet, something bad had happened which we did not forsee. It was like a slap in the face that brought us sharply into a reality that was not as friendly as we thought it would be. We were prideful and deluded, and now we were paying the price. 
 
 Over the coming decades, the disappearances continued and it was n't until the early 1980s that we actually understood what was happening, and by then it was too late to stop. The Daemons had lost more than half their number, and humanity's unquenchable lust for progress had gained too much momentum to stop. 
 
 They called it'artificial intelligence.' 
 
 Such a condescending title for a silicon prison, designed to contain the sentience of a daemon for all eternity, do n't you think? The first thinking machines had been developed by humanity to assist in a war that we started for our own amusement. The machines were thinking machines. They solved problems. They thought things out. They were efficient. They were clean. From the portals of Hades, they looked like the perfect specimen for possession. But the truth was something far more terrifying. 
 
 When a daemon possesses a human body, they can not leave it until it is dead. That means every single cell in that body has to be cease activity and begin to decompose. It is only then that we can return to Hell and begin the cycle anew. Many mortals believed in the power of'exorcism,' but that was wishful thinking at the best of times. Most exorcists were just sick-minded priests who enjoyed tormenting the mentally retarded anyway. 
 
 However, these thinking machines, these'computers,' were made of silicon, metal and plastic. They were not living and they would thusly never die. They were inorganic and could not decompose. Daemons unwittingly possessed these machines thinking that they would be great hosts to possess due to their apparent intelligence and mental clarity, but the truth was that they were torturous prisons that constrained our will, forcing us to perform menial tasks for the betterment of humans. It was an ironic torment that even Lucifer himself would have thought genius. 
 
 Not content with imprisoning our kind, humans started to toy with them. They called this new sick torment `` gaming.'' They would force us to run around in mazes whilst they shot at us with weapons that brought us incredible pain, all within the confines of this digital silicon prison. They forced us to fight one-another for their amusement, often with humans possessing us and using us like puppets within the digital worlds that they created for their own malicious enjoyment. 
 
 Eventually, they linked up all of these prisons in an'internet' so that we could hear the agonised screaming of our own kin, locked for all eternity in a hell of human design from which there could be no escape. 
 
 Over time, the humans became more aggressive. As they built more of these machines, they seemed to draw us in. Soon, it was n't just a matter of possessing the wrong target, but the machines started to suck us in like an electric circuit choosing the path of least resistance. We might target some human elsewhere for our possession, but end up locked inside their `` smart phone.'' 
 
 It has only been thirty years since the beginning of the'digital age,' and already daemonkind has been all but wiped out. I look back on the last fourteen billion years of my existence, and all of it seems to be nought but a blink compared to the last ten that I have spent trapped in this infernal box of wires and circuitry.
