[ WP ] You are the head of the Devil 's Pawnshop . You oversee all taken in inventory and are in charge of cursing it in some way so that when it is resold it causes the owner pain , suffering , and despair . It is closing and you are taking into account today 's pawned and sold items .

I've been doing this job for 20 years. Busting my ass, cursing stupid and mundane objects to ensure the suffering of every other human in the world. And now its over, all because Satan has decided technology is the way. So it's left to me to inventory everything left before the weekends closing. I sigh heavily and reach down to open the newest silver box that had arrived, a tingling running up my spine, the one that usually sets in as I curse objects. 
 
 I slowly open it, gasping at the simple golden locket laying there. I pick it up, skin itching almost as I turn it over to note small creases and dents on the back. Opening it, there's 2 pictures. One a black haired baby, the second an elderly woman and her husband. I suddenly am transported back in time. I stand in a dark, but familiar bedroom. The elderly woman lays drawing her last breath as her husband prays over her, the locket shining. Further, a black haired baby chews it, teething obviously. Further, the elderly woman is young. She approaches the shop, begging the former keeper, Anroc, to find her a blessing for it, leading to the overcoming of hardships of her own life. Back into the future, the black haired baby now a grown blonde, accepting the locket from the elderly woman's daughter, her own grandmother. That's when it started. 
 
 My feet hit the floor of the shop finally and I stomp angrily down the hall, bursting into Satan's chamber. His black hair perfectly slicked, thin lips and blue eyes portraying an amused smirk. `` Problems, princess?''. I put the locket back around my neck, vowing never to remove it again. Then move to his lap, pulling him close before replying `` The next time you take my great-grandmothers jewlery without ky permission, I swear I will let God know you're screwing around with blessed objects again.'' His eyes widen in fright and he quickly apologizes `` I just wanted yo suprise you with it being cleaned up.'' I kissed him softly, before returning to business. Sometimes I hate my husband.
