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Fragments of a Demon Possession; Fragment 1. (Set up, M mast. Anime-like)
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Fragments of a Demon Possession: Fragment One
He nestled in a pool of energy, surrounded by his sycophants
and followers. It was the seat of power, and lines of energy
snaked out of the crackling nexus, connecting to other sources
of power held by his clan and affiliation, and various other
energy beings not inimical to them. He luxuriated in the
ripple of energies, feeling nuances and flavors of the flow
through all the energy tentacles.
This soothed the restlessness he felt. Since being forced from
the greater energy nexus by inimical beings of a darker nature,
he regularly pulsed with regret, ambition, distress. His
affiliation group, due to certain difficulties in rise in
status, had done little to redevelop him. Such is the
difficulty of the Demon World.
He was lazily calculating paths back to prominence in the clan
when he felt the energy pulse . He sent his fastest servitor
to ping this expanding blast. The servitor bounced back, an
agitated shade of red. "Great Power!" A white nexus, an
unblocked entrance into the Hard World!. "
Not waiting for a moment, He sucked power from the gathered
lesser demons and threw his servitor back along the line.
Using the channel thus created, he blasted along the ley line
towards the white nexus. He could sense other demons swirling
around, flying towards the incredible power of the white
nexus, and the amazing occurrence of a free opening into the
Hard World, one unburdened by a summoner, or the rules of a
magickal transit. The amount of energy required to cause this
was beyond his imaging. He expended personal energy to move
even faster. He could sense others striving for the opening,
even as he felt it start to retract. Redoubling his effort, he
drove along the line blazed by his servitor. There it was, the
opening. He dove at the receding break between the
dimensions, carrying himself and his servitor through the white
fire. He felt other demons popping through the hole as it
closed.
Then he was there: The Hard World. So rich in energy sources,
so easy to gain power and status. So, so COLD. His energy
structure's coherence was fluxing. He needed to find a place
to anchor himself in the Hard World and fast. He
communicated to his servitor, and both flashed out, looking for
suitable recepticals. He found lines of energy flow, encased
in lines of metal and plastic. Leaping into one, he followed
the line, looking for one who fit his nature, before his nature
evaporated under the cold pressure of the Hard World. He felt
a great blast within the strange lines of power of this strange
world, and riding it, he came upon a host admirably set for
possession by one of his nature, a demon of lust and
sensuality. He rode the energy pulse into the body and
attached his tentacles into him. The perceptions of the Hard
World flashed before him, confusing and wild, just as the host
jerked with the power of the pulse, and darkness flooded all.
Jack sighed. "Friday night, I bet she's out at the clubs. "
Jack was too depressed to even think about it. Time to blot
things out, and just go grooven. Jack cranked up the bong,
and cranked up the stereo, putting on the headphones and going
into the heavy throb of the music. He finished the bong load
and got into the comfy chair. The music and the smoke eased
things for him. Although it brought some things up. He felt
his dick stir and rise . He though of Jennie shaking her
butt. Unzipping, out came his trusty dick, so
underappreciated. Stroking it, he decided to concentrate just
on the crown, kneading and sliding. Envisioning Jenny naked on
the dance floor really did it. He felt the sperm jump, felt
the orgasm start, felt the sound blast, as the lightening hit
on the transformer outside his window sent spikes of
electricity through the lines, into his headphones. Felt the
interloper plow into his mind. Felt the convulsion of his body
as he passed out....
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