Lisa shot to her feet, her mouth opened to let out the bloodcurdling scream her body commanded her to make independent of any higher thought. When she pushed herself away, the coffee cup toppled over on the table and rolled halfway over where it was stopped by the handle. The tan colored coffee was not as confined as the cup, immediately it gushed out to spread over the table and dripped down to the carpet below with a noise so soft that only Raziel and Lialah could hear it while the liquid put a permanent stain on the fabric below.

Raziel was now well versed in controlling Albaer’s body, her hand shot out and her fingers entered Lisa’s mouth to grab her tongue, she inched closer, Albaer’s head tilted back. She lifted up, forcing Lisa to look upward. The red haired girl struggled, she tried to swing her arms and pull away, but the hold of his hardened fingers on her tongue was far too tight, stinging and throbbing pains from her captured tongue made her gag even more than she would have otherwise, her body went up on its tiptoes as the far stronger body of Albaer put her against the wall without even a thud. “Now, now, stay calm, girl, just stay calm.” Raziel looked down into the fear filled green eyes.

“I’m not here to hurt you, or to hurt Albaer. In fact he’s not only fine, he’s better than fine. I’ve just got his body for right now, you understand?” Raziel shook the hold on her tongue, forcing Lisa to nod. “Focus, focus now, girl. This’ll be a whole lot easier if you just keep your cool the way Albaer did. He was shocked, but he didn’t scream when he saw me, and he saw all of me, not just my eyes. Do you want me to let you go?”

“Ahhh hahhh…” Lisa whimpered, her eyes were wet, she was still struggling, her hands grabbed hold of Albaer’s wrist and tried to drag his hand away from her tongue.

She made no progress.

“I’m supposed to understand that? Raziel asked with a cruel stare. “Drop your hands, girl, and then blink if you want me to let you go.” Raziel gave the order, and after a few seconds more of struggling, Lisa dropped her hands to her side.

“Good. We’re getting somewhere.” Raziel said with a serene smile. “Now, I don’t trust you, human. So I’m going to let you go, but first I’m going to push you down to the floor, and you’re going to lie down on the carpet on your back, and you’re not going to move while we have our little ‘chat’. Do you understand?” Raziel asked, and Lisa tried to answer.

“Ahhh hahhh…”

“Oh for…” Raziel’s eyes rolled, “Blink if you understand.” She repeated her prior instruction, and Lisa blinked several times in rapid succession.

Raziel then slowly brought her down with a gentle tug until Lisa was put on her knees, and then, to Lisa’s surprise, Albaer’s body put a hand on her back and helped her lie down gently on the carpet.

Raziel got down on her knees so that she was straddling the red haired girl and gently patted the pale freckled cheek. “Good girl, now, if you scream, my hand goes to your throat instead of your tongue, blink if you understand.”

Lisa blinked. ‘Oh God… oh God, oh God, oh God… please… what’s happening here, what’s going to happen to me?! What happened to Albaer… why… why?! How?!’ So many questions filled her mind before his body settled on top of hers.

In some of her lewder moments, when she imagined what sex must have been like, she thought of Albaer in this position, or herself, but now experiencing something close to the reality of it, she felt anything but the desires that had her keep her door locked at night and her face buried in her pillow.

“Now,” Raziel withdrew her fingers, releasing her hold on the tongue. To Lisa’s surprise, Albaer’s body shook the two fingers and looked at them with a little grimace. “You’re free. Sort of. Humans make a lot of saliva… do I make that much?”

Lisa looked up, aghast, whatever it was on top of her had gone off an insane tangent, and she could say nothing to it.

“I’m kind of annoyed you spilled the coffee, I’m going to have to explain that to Albaer when he wakes up, you’d better hope I can clean it off the carpet… but at least you didn’t spill mine too.” Raziel said just as her cup tipped off the edge and tumbled down to the carpet where it splashed, leaving a big, dark stain soaked into the carpet. “Damn it!” Raziel said, and her shoulders slumped. “That’s what I get for setting flags.”

“What are you… why do you have his face, why do you have my Albaer’s face!” Lisa half squeaked out, only for the dismayed face of Albaer to fill with sudden rage and his fist come down and land by her ear with such force that she felt the brief breeze it made wash over her skin and the floor shake at the blow.

“Your Albaer?! The last I heard was you let him get beaten into the muck and made fun of him… and even before that you barely talked to him anymore, all to boost your own status. You don’t get to call him yours, girl.” Raziel hissed over Albaer’s tongue, and that was enough to make Lisa cry harder.

“I told the truth though, and… and I’m here. Now please, is he alright? What do you mean ‘asleep’ and what are you! Please, I need to know! What did I meet before, what am I seeing now?!” Lisa barked her questions more fiercely than she thought possible, but whatever this thing was, it clearly knew a great deal more about her than she did about it.

But one thing she was sure of.

“You’re a girl, aren’t you?” Lisa guessed.

Raziel closed Albaer’s mouth, “What?” She asked.

“The way you talk about him, like you want him, like you have feelings for him. Whatever you are… you’re a girl, I’m sure of that.” Lisa said with confidence while she looked up at the conflicted face and the red eyes that briefly looked away.

“What if I am.” Raziel asked.

“I just didn’t expect that… but what ‘else’ are you? Are you a ghost? A dead ancestor? A great grandmother maybe?” Lisa guessed several things at random, and as wild as they were, Raziel could only put Albaer’s fingers to his nose and take a deep, exasperated breath.

“You’re just trying not to say it, but you’ve already guessed, haven’t you?” Raziel finally said, cutting the rambling girl off.

She lowered Albaer’s face close enough to hers that their lips nearly touched, the soft breath passed the tiny span between them both, and Raziel made another demand.

“Say it. You know the word, the word for the definition of evil, cruelty, and malice, for unrivalled strength, viciousness, hatred, lust and every other sin and vice in your twisted minds… say it.” Raziel said with her eyes looming like twin blood moons in the untouchable sky.

Lisa moved her lips several times.

But after trying and failing several times, and with the face of the boy she’d known for most of her life hovering so very close, fearing what would happen to herself and to Albaer, she obeyed.

Lisa whispered the word, “Demon.”