Feral Possession

You Terrible Thing

  Working on my laptop, I was trying to catch up on the work the demon had interrupted. Dagur was curled up underneath the desk and sleeping soundly as it was quiet....for now. The project I was currently working on was editing and giving notes on a client's book before they published it. I had most of the book already gone through, so only a few chapters were left to go over. However, it was looking like the ending was going strong.

  The beginning of the book had started out rather weak, so I'd left a note to try for a better hook. Though, as the chapters progressed, the work was taking better form.

  I was also writing my own book in my free time, but I was currently a bit stuck, so it was on hold.

  By the time I reached the end of the book and submitted the notes, the sun was setting outside, and I groaned while knowing who would be showing up. Rubbing my forehead, I only wanted to eat dinner and go to sleep in peace. And, as if on cue when I was thinking about it, the office door burst open.

  "Time to get my power back, you little shit!" The demon was grinning. "We got until midnight, or I gotta wait until the next fucking full moon."

  "What the Hell are you talking about?"

  "You really don't know shit, do you?"

  "I didn't even know demons were real until you came along. Didn't know my uncle was an exorcist, either."

  "When I told you to go clockwise when releasing my body, did you think I said it out of preference?" He was looking at me like I was stupid. "To break seals, certain conditions must be met. The stronger the seal, the more conditions. That, or you just bust through the fucking thing with brute force."

  "Which you can't since your power is sealed, and I can't because I don't know what the Hell I'm doing."

  "Right." He strolled over and placed his hands on the desk while looking at me. "You're gonna need a knife, and your mutt."

  "No, the fuck I'm not." I snarled, slamming my hands on the desk while standing.

  "Kidding, kidding. Relax." Glaring at the demon, he only smirked at me in return. "However, you will have to bleed again."

  "What is it this time? Another secret room in my house that I don't know about? Do I gotta do the stupid hokey-pokey while gutting a chicken?"

  "Okay, you fucking smartass." His expression went flat before his eyes narrowed. "It's a book in this room."

  "You're kidding."

  "No. Old fucker sealed my power in a book. You need to destroy it to release my power."

  "Okay, but you said I had to bleed again."

  "You need to bleed on the book to weaken the seal. Shit, do I have to explain everything to you?"

  "Some of it, yeah."

  "Just get the damn book."

  "How am I even supposed to know which one it is?" He looked to be thinking, then grabbed my wrist to drag me around the desk. He pulled me over to the bookshelf tucked between two windows. "There are times the hair on the back of your neck stands on end when I'm around, right?" He questioned and my brows furrowed. "Don't look at me like that and answer the fucking question."

  "Yeah."

  "That was happening before I even had my physical body, meaning you were sensing my projection."

  "Why can't you just tell me which book it is?"

  "Because I want to see if you can actually do this." Sighing through my nose, I let him raise my hand toward the shelf. "I know what I tasted, Little Rabbit. You've got something dormant, and I want it active."