Dem0n1cally Ange1 → 1c4l P0ssesse6 - Bad EndExit: error/return.preSAV

[AN: Out of order, but to demonstrate what happens if one persists to try and break the Prompt's safeguards and bludgeoning through [(doubly)-protected] phrases... Caution: disjointed and confusing word-salad ahead.]

I decide to test my luck. This first change went well, and I... I control this prompt, not whatever **** is watching me, and certainly not the demon possessing Esme. I take a metaphorical breath, gather my will, and preconceive what I want to do before I attempt it. I'm going to replace the demon with angel. I'm going to change the nature of the possession. Demon, to angel. Demon → Angel.

And then I perform the mental equivalent of slamming my fist into the 'Go' button and--

"...oh... you? i... see... help, now..."

--my brain spikes with pain as the phone heats up in my hand until it burns.

The presence watching us becomes the presences me watching sights and so many colorful scenes of possibility and bleeding memory as Esme stands grows, wings, points, laughs, cries, shrieks, runs, sits, and- her robes' pants turn into skirt of his uniform's armor-veil while while while---

"Oh dear, darling- no, back up, back up! How do I?" / "...you...? i got it... wrong?"

Our voices cut through my clarity like butter out of a knife and-

I blink, my body wracked with rapidly fading sweat and a feeling of doom-averted. What just happened?

...Alright, well, whatever. I can... I can work with this. Something about contradaction and phrases and... I'm surely absolutely fine. I just need to spread some eggs over the salad and--

"No, this isn't right either. What do I do?" / "do... ?"

— Error. 6^3. host synaptic associations over-spread: consciousness retrieval failed.
— Returning to last stable save-state.

[AN: James' efforts drew the attention of the 'something' the Prompt was trying to avoid. That 'something' tried to help James make the locked phrase change. A lot. A lot, a lot. And James' consciousness got scattered across every possible input of the prompt, like a single stick of butter over the entire bakery.]