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Thursday, October 29, 2026

Story 655: Demon Possession Intervention

 (Inspired by The Exorcist, which I finally read for the first time recently; if a similar parody has been done already, then any resemblance this story has to that is unintentional) 

(In a bedroom, a man wearing flannel pajamas lies on a bed with wrist and ankle restraints and a messy look indicating that he is clearly possessed by a demon.  Two Roman Catholic priests stand out of range at the foot of the bed, reading from exorcism instruction books and occasionally flinging holy water in the Possessed Man’s general direction)

Possessed Man: (Speaking with a warped demonic voice) <Amateurs!  I bet both of you were graduated from seminary school just so they could get rid of you!>  (A stray holy droplet hits one of his toes) <Ouchie.>

Priest 1: (Reading from the book) “We call upon the powers of Heaven to cast out this demon….” (After a few moments, turns to Priest 2) That’s your cue, Father.

Priest 2: Well Father, I never know when I’m supposed to recite with you, and when I’m supposed to finish the verse, and when I’m supposed to respond after you finish the verse – the rules seem rather fluid.

Priest 1: Well Father, perhaps if you had researched how to perform an exorcism before asking for my help, there would not be such confusion on your part on when to jump in.

Priest 2: Well Father, perhaps if we had had a rehearsal like I had requested –

Possessed Man: (Rolling his eyes) <If you two are going to keep this up for much longer, I’m gonna start cursing your parents’ names again, so help me.>

Priest 1: You have no power over us, demon!

Possessed Man: <Oh yeah?  Then I’ll be breaking out the really naughty words this time!>

Priest 2: Silence, foul beast!

Possessed Man: <Too late; here it comes!  Ahem: your momma’s so – >

Priest 1 and Priest 2: (In unison) “We beseech all of Heaven to cast out this wretched spirit from this poor innocent creature!”

(A loud BANG! is heard as a cloud of smoke fills the room, sending all three into coughing fits)

Possessed Man: (Gagging) <Eugh, having lungs is a real drawback right now.>

(Once the smoke clears, a winged figure is revealed standing near the bed)

Priest 1: (Wiping irritated eyes and squinting at the figure) Are you… an angel sent from Heaven to aid our holy mission?

Demon: (Looks down at demonic self and then back at Priest 1) Clearly not.  But your message was received and forwarded to our department though, so don’t you fret.

Priest 1: Oh.  I’m a tad confused.

Possessed Man: <So am I.>  (To Demon) <What the literal Hell are you doing up here?!  This is a private possession!>

Demon: (To Priest 1 and Priest 2) Would you two mind stepping out in the hall for a few minutes, please?  I’ll handle this.

Priest 2: We do not accept aid from evil ones!

Demon: Relax: this visit has been sanctioned by all your higher-ups, so don’t worry – you’re covered.  (Waves taloned hands at the priests while shooing them out the door) Off you go!  (Pushes the priests out of the room, slams the door, and rounds on Possessed Man) Un-believable!

Possessed Man: <What?>

Demon: How many times do we have to tell you to quit it with possessing random humans?!  It does nothing for the cause, and it makes us all look like small-time idiots!

Possessed Man: (Smugly) <Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that – got this household in a right tizzy, didn’t it?>

Demon: Yeah!  One household!  Big flippin’ deal!

Possessed Man: (Slightly insulted) <Hey, word’s spread through the neighborhood.  Someone snuck in a video too and posted it online, and now the whole world has seen what I’ve done to this pathetic creature, A-HA!>

Demon: Did you see all the comments saying that it’s fake?

Possessed Man: <Oh.  Even when I do this?>  (Levitates the bed and spins it in a circle horizontally and then vertically before setting it back down) <Eh?>

Demon: (Arms gesturing wildly) What – what – what’s the point of that?!

Possessed Man: <To demonstrate MY AWESOME POWER!>

Demon: And if you have “awesome power”, then how come you’re stuck in bed, in this one room, in restraints?!

Possessed Man: (Twitches feet) <…Working on that.>

Demon: Ugh, you’re the worst: you know that possession of nobodies has lost its meaning!  The rest of us long ago moved on to possessing those with actual power and influence who have an actual effect on countless souls!  Why can’t you get with the program?!

Possessed Man: <I tried, OK!  Either those humans are already taken, or they won’t let me in!>

Demon: That’s no excuse!

Possessed Man: <Listen, I’m still doing my part!  The seeds of doubt that there’s any goodness in this world and a benevolent supreme being have been firmly planted in all who have crossed my path, believe me!>

Demon: Oh, you really think so?  Well, if your lazy rear got out of bed once in a while, you’d have noticed that half the household went from borderline-atheist to true believers the minute you started speaking in tongues!

Possessed Man: <Huh.  Might’ve overplayed that one.  I always like to show off the ol’ Aramaic – humans in the last few millennia are so easily impressed with that.>

Demon: (Briefly grabs horns in despair) Did you at least manage to corrupt the soul of the one you’re possessing this time?!

Possessed Man: (Shifts uncomfortably on the bed) <Yeah, about that….>

Demon: Yes?!

Possessed Man: (Irritably) <Well, you all got annoyed with the last few possessions when I went for innocent souls, like you want me to, so when I actually possess a child who – usually – is the most innocent soul there is, and I do my best to freak out everyone with my routine, all of a sudden now it’s “going too far”.> (Does air quotes with restrained hands far apart) <Whatever.>

Demon: And?!

Possessed Man: <And so I possessed this guy here, who’s done some things in his time, let me tell you.>

Demon: And??!!

Possessed Man: <And… well… let’s just say I’m getting the impression that the longer I’m in here, the more he actually seems to like it.>

Demon: What?!

Possessed Man: <He tried to hide it, but I did some digging and he’s secretly relieved he hasn’t had to go into work while this is going on – his boss is a real nightmare.>

Demon: All right, I’ve heard enough – (Points to Possessed Man) Get out of that human right now, young demon!

Possessed Man: <Ha!  Never thought I’d see the day when one of us would be doing their – (Awkwardly gestures his head upwards) bidding!  Tell them to come down here and make me leave, why don’t they, huh?>

Demon: You have no idea what goes on in the real spirit world, do you.  The reason why I’m here and not one of them, genius, is that I told them I would get you to leave willingly, so if I can’t, they will come down here and finish you off!

Possessed Man: <“Off”?  As in, eternally?>

Demon: In one!

Possessed Man: <Hm.  They can do that?>

Demon: In cases like this, yes!

Possessed Man: <Hmmm….>

Demon: Well?!

Possessed Man: <Well, fine, I was getting bored with the whole thing anyway.  Being strapped to a bed 24/7 really cut down on my self-care, you know?>

Demon: How unfortunate for you.  Now, I’m gonna let those two back in here and whatever free verse they spout, act like it forced you out of this guy and report back to headquarters for punishment and reassignment.

Possessed Man: (Sighs and rolls his head back against the headboard) <All right, guess the party’s over.  Send `em in.>

Demon: Good.  (Points to Possessed Man again) And I’d better not be called up here for something like this again, got it?

Possessed Man: (Grumbles) <Yes, Smother.>

Demon: What was that?

Possessed Man: <Aye-aye, Captain of the Legion!>  (Attempts a salute with a restrained hand but gives up)

Demon: Fresh.  (Opens the door and yells out into the hallway) All right, Fathers – exorcise away!

Priest 1: (As he and Priest 2 enter) So, we’ll be able to cast out the dastardly demon from this poor suffering being now?

Demon: (Glaring at Possessed Man, who makes a face back) You’d better.

Priest 1: Very well, then.  (To Priest 2) Let us proceed.  (Both raise their right hands toward Possessed Man) “In the name of – ”

Possessed Man: <Psych!  I cast myself out, losers – AHAHAHAHA!!>

(There is a roaring sound as a demon is seen leaving Possessed Man and flying out through a closed window, wiggling hands around ears at the others in the room on the way)

Priest 2: (Shakily to Priest 1, as Demon buries head in hands in exasperation) Is that it, Father?  Have we truly cast out the demon from this man and saved his innocent soul?

Priest 1: (Places a trembling hand on Priest 2’s shoulder) It appears so, Father – goodness has triumphed over wickedness once more.  (To Demon) You’ll understand if we don’t thank you, and our official report omits your part in all this, yes?

Demon: (Looks up at both with a grimace) I’d prefer it that way.

Formerly Possessed Man: (Looking fully human again and speaking with a non-demonic voice) Hey!  (All three turn to him) Does this mean the possession’s over?

Priest 1: Indeed it is, my child – your soul is free from evil at last.

Formerly Possessed Man: Great-great: could you get me out of these things, then?  (Shakes all four restraints) My back is killing me!

Thursday, August 27, 2020

Story 354: The Voice of Reason in a Tragic Opera


            Time: The Past – Somewhere around the 1400s to 1600s
            Place: Generic Western European Kingdom
         Characters: King, Queen, Their 15 Children Who All Hate Each Other and Their Parents, Lord #1 Who Loves the King But Loves the Throne More, Lord #2 Who Loves the Queen But Loves Himself More, Old Duke Who Was a Father to Them All and Is Outraged at How Awful They All Turned Out, Assassin Who Appears Occasionally to Move the Plot Along, Rival Queen Who Wants to Annex the Country Without Their Permission, Jester Who Is the Lone Voice of Reason in This Whole Mess, and Various Nobles, Guards, Soldiers, Entourage, and Other Riffraff
            All dialogue is sung.

ACT I

         (The curtain opens on the palace’s throne room filled with most of the main characters, all gathered to witness the Exposition Dump)
            Ensemble: <Exposition Dump!>
            King: <I just want to take this moment to announce: I love how rich and powerful I am.>
        Queen: <I second that!  We are living in Heaven on Earth and nothing can disrupt our happiness!>
            15 Children: <Plot – connive – scheme – whine – >
          Eldest Child: <I speak for myself and all my siblings when I say that we have everything anyone could ever want, but that is garbage because we want the throne now, waaaaaah!>
         Jester: <Why would you want the burden of protecting thousands of people and dealing with their constant skirmishes and complaints?>
            Eldest Child: <Shut up, Fool!>
            Jester: (To King and Queen) <Majesties, you may want to keep an eye on and possibly lock up your plotting children.>
            King and Queen: <Shut up, Fool!>
            Jester: <Sigh.>
          Lord #1: <Your Majesties, that Rival Queen who recently tried to invade is trying to invade again but in a different spot this time, hoping we will not notice.>
            King: <Ah me, whatever is to be done?>
           Queen: <Aside – I hope my Peasant Lover did not chance to be in that same area and is now horribly invaded!>
            King: <You didn’t Aside properly – I heard everything.>
            Queen: <Curses!>
            King: <Quite all right: I was thinking the exact same thing about my Peasant Lover, so we are on the same page with that.>
            Queen: <Felicity!>
            Jester: <Majesties, might I propose – like I did during the first invasion – that you send orders to our soldiers to meet this threat and also investigate the rest of the border to make sure no one sneaks in anywhere else?>
           King: <Shut up, Fool!> (Jester tosses away scepter in defeat) <Lord #1, go send soldiers to meet this threat and also investigate the rest of the border.>
           Lord #1: <As you wish, Sire.  Aside – with the soldiers all gone, this will be the perfect chance to seize the throne from my best friend in the whole world, bwahahahaa!>
            King: <You didn’t Aside properly either, you know.>
            Lord #1: <Oops.>
            King: <Indeed.> (To Guards) <Off with my best friend’s head, would you?>
         Lord #1: (Dragged off-stage by Guards) <And I only wanted absolute power over everyone’s lives, alassssssss!>
            King: <And that is that.  Now what is for lunch?>
          Queen: <There is no time for something that mundane in an epic such as this!  We have a plot to advance and human emotion to drown in!>
            King: <But I want a sandwich.>
            Lord #2: <Your Majesty, might I suggest we flee to a remote little palace where we can sit out all this hullabaloo in decadent comfort and sweet, sweet love that can only be found in each other’s arms?>
            King: <That sounds like an excellent idea – lead the way.>
            Lord #2: <I actually was addressing the Queen.>
            Queen: <Well, then that sounds like an excellent idea – lead the way.> (Begins to exit on the arm of Lord #2)
            King: <Halt!> (They freeze; he points to the Queen) <You – stay by my side.>
            Queen: (Grudgingly returns to the King’s side) <Tyrannical patriarch.>
            King: (Points to Lord #2) <You – can go get your head removed now.>
            Lord #2: <Actually, it was all a joke, you are all too serious around here, tee-hee-hee – flee!> (Jumps out the window)
            Queen: <My false love!  What horror!>
            King: <Eh, have better taste next time.>
            Queen: <Yes dear, you are quite right.>
           Jester: <Majesties, word in the hamlet is that the invading army is only a day’s ride away – perhaps we should relocate to safety?  As in, right now?>
            King: <Shut – oh right, I already agreed to this plan, let’s go.> (The Nobles and Guards exit en masse to signify that the entire court has packed up and evacuated in under 30 seconds)
            Old Duke: (Stands center stage, alone) <Where did I go wrong with this bunch?> (Assassin runs in and stabs him) <What the blazes was that?!> (Dies)
           Assassin: (Toes the body and stares closer at the face) <Hold on, did I just get the wrong guy?>

CURTAIN

ACT II

            (Curtain opens on an equally ornate palace (same set, with a few pieces of furniture shifted around); the entire court is present, minutes the ones who departed, willingly or otherwise, as of Act I)
            Queen: <Right, Good People, we will be safe here until this little dustup blows over, by this afternoon the latest.>
            King: (Hisses) That was my line!
            Queen: (Grimaces) Sorry – misheard the prompter.
          Eldest Child: <I speak for myself and all my siblings when I ask whether we can take the throne when we get back home, please?>
            14 Children: <Yeah!  You never give us anything!>
            King: <I am most uncertain whether I loathe you all because of this behavior or in spite of it>
            Queen: <I must say, they are your children.>
         Jester: <Majesties, perhaps if they had been given more responsibilities when they were younger in overseeing the kingdom they will one day rule – >
            15 Children: <Shut up, Fool!>
            Jester: <That non-response is becoming very tiresome.>
            Eldest Child: <Why ever would we want to work, we just want to rule!>
            Jester: <Un-believable.>
            Eldest Child: (To King) <So, back to my original question – >
            King: <Over my dead body!>
          Assassin: (Pops out from behind the throne) <That’s my cue!> (Stabs the King and runs away unimpeded by the flabbergasted court; is tripped by the Jester)
            Jester: (Sitting on Assassin’s legs) <Treason!>
            Assassin: <It is not treason if I am working for the other side; it would be treason if I did not go through with it, then.>
            Jester: <Fair point.>
            King: (Lying on the ground surrounded by the wailing court) <Alack!  To be cut down in the prime of my old age!>
            Queen: (Kneeling next to the King) <Despair!  My one current love!>
            15 Children: <Oh, Father!  Cursed be the hand that took you out before we could!>
            Ensemble: <Folly!>
            King: <Not quite an appropriate response.>
            Ensemble: <Horror?>
            King: <That is better – use that one.>
            Ensemble: <Horror!>
            King: <Sweet.  Mourn me while I am still alive to hear it, my pitiful subjects!>
            (Rival Queen enters on a grand chariot, surrounded by Entourage)
           Rival Queen: <Aha!  I see my loyal servant’s work is done and the way has been cleared for my usurpation!  (Jumps off the chariot and lassoes the throne) <Yoink!>
            Queen: (Stands) <Oi!  I am still here!>
            Rival Queen: <Please – you are just his queen.  I am The Queen!>
            Queen: (Kneels again) <I concede the point.>
            15 Children: (Forming a line in front of the Rival Queen) <You still must contend with us and our mighty thirst for power!>
            Eldest Child: <Yield, false pretender!>
            Rival Queen: <That is redundant and therefore self-contradictory.> (Flicks Eldest Child on the brow; the latter falls down weeping.  The other 14 Children run away and drag Eldest Child with them) <Anyone else?> (The remainder of the unnamed court flee)
            King: (Lying in a growing pool of red food coloring) <I am – still – alive – >
           Rival Queen: <So?  If you actually do survive this, you would be useless: no one will follow you now that you were sucker stabbed, so buzz off!> (Hops onto the throne and stretches out across it)
           Jester: (Kicks away Assassin and subserviently approaches the Rival Queen) <New Majesty, might I ask a favor?>
        Rival Queen: <I am in no mood to keep around leftovers from the previous administration, but proceed.>
            Jester: <As you can see, I worked as a jester with that bunch – >
            Rival Queen: <Then you have five seconds to make me laugh.>
          Jester: < – however, my hidden job description was to speak the truth and dispense advice, which no one has ever listened to – >
            King: (Perks up) <Of course we did!  All the time!>
            Queen: <I always took your advice, you revisionist historian!>
           Jester: <If you had, then this one – > (Gestures at the Rival Queen) < – would not be sitting here right now>
            Rival Queen: <Ha!  Losers.>
            Jester: <So, I wish to ask for a place in your court, but as an advisor rather than as a jester.>
         Assassin: (Sitting on the floor and rubbing circulation back into legs) <Now that is treason!>
            Jester: <Not if the last group is no longer in power.>
            Assassin: <Got it.>
            Rival Queen: (To Jester) <Prove yourself, then.>
           Jester: <I told this crew to confront your army and defend the border back when you invaded the first time.>
            Rival Queen: <You’re hired.>
           King: <Alack!  That it has come to this!  Our former employee, joining the competition and receiving an unexpected promotion!> (Dies)
         Queen: <Woe is me!  Our Heaven on Earth, utterly destroyed by a change in management!  If only we had listened to the Fool would we have been ironically wise!> (Dies because there is nothing else for her to do now)
          Rival Queen: <Well that tidies up everything nicely.  Now, Advisor, what do you recommend my first act as legitimate tyrant of this stolen realm be?>
           Former Jester: <Clean up the damage from your invasion and help your subjects’ lives be better than they were before.>
          Rival Queen: <Sounds reasonable.> (Stands with raised sword in hand) <To the restoration!>
            Entourage: <Huzzah!>
            Former Jester: <And that is how you have a happy ending in a tragedy.>

CURTAIN