Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 357
We’ll be...roommates. You won’t take me over and I won’t
shut you out. It’ll be temporary, until we can agree on another
host that will be more suitable for you.” Richard had
absolutely no idea what sort of host he would feel okay
about Duunel inhabiting, but he didn’t have time to consider
that just now.
He watched the little girl shift back and forth from one leg
to another, thinking. Every moment the demon inhabited her,
the more tenuous the little girl’s grasp on reality would be,
the less likely she would be able to be fully restored. Richard
felt the press of time, and struggled within himself for how
to hurry it along.
“Look, Duunel, I don’t like the idea any more than you
do, but it’s better than sacrificing a child. We just saved
her—don’t take her away again. If you inhabit me, we’ll be
able to move about freely. We’ll eat and drink and smoke
pot. We’ll have sex—”
“Not with men, you perve.”
“Okay, not with men, not while you’re in here.”
The little girl’s face still registered uncertainty. But finally
she nodded, and pointed at the ring. “Take it off.”
He did, drawing the ring off of his finger and, slipping his
hand through the slit in his cassock, placed it in the pocket
of his jeans.
“Open wide,” said the demon. Richard did.