Lost To The Devil

Chapter 8:Is he gone?

Mum looked terrified from what I could glimpse but she finally pulled herself together as people stared and grabbed hold of the demon as he screamed and writhed around. Mum pulled my body out until it hit the floor, the demon was oblivious as he fought to stay inside, kicking and flailing my arms everywhere. Mum came behind him on the floor and hooked her arms under and around my armpits and lifted and half dragged the demon up, he lifted my legs off the floor and into the air as he tried to get her to drop him, but she had a firm grip even as people looked on and he screamed and screamed trying to claw at mums face and managed to reach back and grab her hair.

“Get off!” He screamed at her but she kept pulling us along until he really lost it and I knew why, he was about to be pulled completely free from me. “Get the f**k off me, you stupid f*****g cunt!” He bellowed and it was not my voice people heard this time. It was deep, husky and gutteral and full of pure rage and hatred. Some people gasped but my next door neighbour the young teenage girl and her friends who had been excited by all the commotion screamed and ran back inside.

Mum almost dropped me but didn't and finally we were back inside and I felt the sticky feeling wrench away from me as I came back into myself again sweating and gasping for air. My body felt like it had been a punchbag and every bone in my body ached, but I was back and that was all that mattered.

“Grace, my god what on earth was that?” Mum cried, dropping to her knees beside me.

“I don't know. I feel sick,” I managed to whimper between my shivering. I wasn't really cold but I was in shock and a lot of pain. Mum led me up to bed and tucked me in where I slept for the rest of the day and night dream free.

A week went by and I hadn't heard a peep from the demon Belial. I was wary during that week, fragile and still healing I crept around the house, every slight noise making me jump or scream in terror. I flinched constantly expecting a slap or a kick or maybe even a bite but there was nothing, no nightmares, no visits from him in dreams, no whispers just absolutely nothing.

By Friday I woke up feeling happy and refreshed, mum thought that the tablets were working and was happy to start leaving me alone again and was due back at work Saturday.

I was feeling happy again and it helped that it was a warm sunny day. I pulled on a white vest top, a checkered shirt on top, my skinny jeans and vans trainers. I didn't bother with makeup except for some mascara and lipstick to add a little colour to my lips, I was a girl after all and as for my hair I just combed it through and added a little messy look to it.

For the first time in a long time I felt good and decided to head out to the shops.

I bought a couple of tops and whatever else I felt I needed and on the way back home I decided to pay the church a visit, I had someone to thank.

Sitting in the pew I began to pray, but I couldn't remember any prayers I learnt as I grew up, I tried just talking to God but found myself choking so much in the end that people were starting to stare and I had to get out.

Fear and hopelessness overtook me when I got outside as I realised he wasn't gone, the demon had played a cruel trick on me and I was going to pay for forcing him out.

Nothing else happened that Saturday, but Sunday was a different matter. I had nightmares again that night, he didn't visit me in my dreams anymore, he didn't need to now, I had already done what he needed in those dreams...invited him into me.

The most powerful slap woke me from my fitful sleep that Monday morning and being to tired to scream I cried instead. “b***h!” I heard a husky voice hiss in my ear and then my hair was pulled and I came toppling out the bed and onto the floor where I was kicked and punched once more and then bitten on my cheek before he finally left me alone.

I lay crying on the floor for hours that day, I didn't want to move or get up or do anything, what was the point if this is what I had to face from now on.

The whispering started up halfway through the day and intensified like always only this time it kept intensifying until I was on my knees hands over my ears begging for it to stop.

Slowly I felt myself feeling lighter and lighter until I felt like I would float away as that staticky like web covered me like it always did before he took me over. The whispering grew quieter and quieter and my vision grew smaller until I again was only looking through a small pinhole of what wasn't my eyes or body anymore.

Belial smirked and stood up, “I told you I would be back and this time I'm not so sure I can forgive you for what you did sweet Grace, hush now and be a good little girl and we will see where we stand.” If anyone had been watching they would have thought I was an utter nut job talking to myself, although they probably did already after the last show.

Belial was a strange demon and didn't do what I expected. He spent the day having a nap, then eating until even I felt sick and happily declaring how good it felt to taste food, then he watched a programme a replay of an old eastenders episode and then he got up leaving the TV on and headed out.

The demon ended up in Ann summers down the town and tried on some corset type outfit, I wanted to cringe in horror and embarrassment as he looked at my body in the mirror, “oh damn, why don't you buy things like this? I could have taken your virginity in one of these. You know I could help you know how to dress for men but then again I'm not ready to share you yet.” He looked at the outfit some more and then hissed, “I don't need to wait for your dreams, I have your body and I could take you right now and there wouldn't be a damn thing you could do about it.” I thought he was just threatening me but he wasn't, he leaned back against the wall and tilted my head up and thrust two fingers deep inside of me so hard and fast I would have cried out in pain if I had a voice. I could feel everything and he could feel my emotions. “Don't pretend you don't like it b***h, I can feel you coming on these fingers, mmmm.” He got faster and harder until he was gasping and then moaning in ecstasy it was disgusting to see my reflection, my self acting like a w***e. “But that's what you are my dear, you are my whore.” He smirked. Dressing back into my shirt and jeans he strutted out the shop and looked at a few others. I was fuming at this entity, thinking he could just take over my whole body and life but I was also surprised that he didn't seem to steal anything, he was a demon after all. He seemed to hear my thoughts because he usually answered and did this time too. “I don't want to cause any chaos yet Grace, I'm enjoying myself too much right now to get locked up just yet.” People must have thought he, or rather I was mad just strolling down the street talking to myself.