[ WP ] You are a demon summoned with an unusually grand offering to fuel your powers of influence over the earthly plane . However , your summoner does n't want you to wipe out a small country . They want you to.. Cause minor inconveniences to a specific person .

`` That's it?'' I asked, raising my eyebrows. My form shimmered and wavered, but my heart was n't really in it. 
 
 `` Well...'' the man replied, scratching his head, clearly uncomfortable. `` I suppose... There is one more thing...'' 
 
 I perked up excitedly. Dark waves of smoke billowed from the center of the pentacle. The candles sputtered, flashing green and red and purple. I grew in size, from a dog to a massive wolf to a red-eyed bear, teeth and claws lengthening, shadow stretching across the wall. What would it be? Revenge on a powerful wizard? Tricking a dragon to rescue a princess? A journey into a thousand mile abyss for a long-lost locket?'' 
 
 `` Could you also... make her back itch?'' 
 
 I froze. The smoke evaporated with a cold wind. He backed up, alarmed. `` Not like all the time or anything, just once in a while, make it itch in that spot that you ca n't really scratch, I'm sure you know the one-'' 
 
 Growling, I transformed into a spectre and swooped towards the edge of the glowing circle. He stumbled and fell back, instinctively raising his hands. `` You summoned me to make a girl's back itch?!'' I wailed. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I knew I should n't have said anything, it's too much-'' 
 
 `` Too *much*? Making a girl's back itch is too *much*?!'' Rolling my eyes, I flew toward the ceiling, my ragged cloak leaving behind a trail of inky darkness, my spectral white hair billowing around me. 
 
 `` Well also the other two requests, I did n't take those back-'' 
 
 `` The buzzing noise every few days for ten seconds and having a slightly harder time remembering faces?!'' 
 
 `` Yeah, those two and the back thing is all-'' 
 
 `` An *imp* could do those things! *You* could do those things!'' I morphed into a jet black cobra, swaying fifteen feet above the ground, tongue angrily tasting the air. `` I am an arch-demon! I am not summoned for... for minor inconveniences!'' 
 
 `` Well, I... I just thought... I should be safe...'' 
 
 `` Safe? You thought you should find one of the rarest summoning tomes in the world, perform a twelve hour incantation, and desecrate a church to be safe?!'' 
 
 `` Yeah... I mean... I did n't want anyone bumbling this up...'' 
 
 `` So you drag me through twelve dimensions and put me through the unbearable agony of your world to slightly annoy someone?!'' 
 
 `` I mean... yeah? I just wanted to make sure... There's no way she'll detect the curses, right?'' 
 
 `` I'm *pretty sure* I can manage to make them untraceable, yes!'' 
 
 `` Look, just go do it right now... Her name is-'' 
 
 `` I remember,'' I snarled, shifting through time and space to where the girl sat, alone, writing something in an office. The hexes took half a second to complete, a moment more to make sure they were tied off correctly, and just like that I was back in the pentacle. For the hell of it, I morphed into her. Naked. `` Anything else, sweetie?'' I said, smiling and leaning forward. 
 
 He paled, then looked around fearfully. `` Well... uh... just stick around for a few seconds...'' 
 
 A few seconds passed, then a few more, then a few after those. My smile stretched even wider. `` What are we waiting for, darling?'' 
 
 `` Well... it's just that... Maybe this time...?'' A few more seconds passed. Suddenly, there was a bang and a flash of white light. Someone appeared right in front of him and kneed him in the groin. It was the girl! 
 
 `` What the hell did I say about cursing me?!'' she yelled as he fell down, groaning. `` Huh Marcus?! What did I say?'' She began kicking him in the ribs. I morphed into a hulking guardsman from the desert city of Sul'di'gan. Known for their ridiculously muscled bodies and their permanently confused expressions, both of which seemed very useful right about now. `` What. did. I. Say?!'' she spat, punctuating each furious word with a kick. 
 
 `` Help me,'' he whispered, face contorted. `` Get her... off of me...'' 
 
 `` With pleasure,'' I replied in a deep baritone, stepping out of the pentacle and slapping her so hard she careened into the wall on the far end of the church with a satisfying smack. `` Now, *Marcus*, do you mind explaining what exactly is-'' 
 
 Another bang and flash of white light. She appeared right in front of me: right arm a bit bloody, hair slightly messed up, shirt ripped, but a lot less unconscious than I expected. Eyes bulging, she screamed at me, took a step of windup, and punched me in the gut. All three hundred pounds of me flew backwards until I crashed into a stained glass window and dangled out of it. I lay there for a moment. She just knocked me twenty feet away. `` YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE,'' she screamed. I fell back into the church, transforming into a iron-clad sea raider with enough axes and knives strapped onto me to take on an army. She was sprinting after the man, who was legging it to the entrance of the church. Taking a quick breath, I shifted right in front of him, grabbing and spinning him around. 
 
 `` Yes! Good!'' she screeched, running up to us. `` Now hold him still while I-'' her head smashed into the wooden beam that I formed into existence right in front of her. For a moment, the girl's eyes rolled back into her head, but as she was falling they popped back open and she caught herself. `` Why you little-'' 
 
 `` If you come one step closer I'll kill you.'' 
 
 `` No, do n't do that!'' Marcus hurriedly said right as she yelled, `` I'd like to see you try!'' 
 
 I looked down at him right as she glared daggers at me. `` Oh? And why not?'' 
 
 `` She's... she's my sister.'' 
 
 `` Damn right I am and I'm going to cave your face in the instant this-'' 
 
 `` No, look, wait! I can explain!... Sit down, both of you... And let me go, please.'' 
 
 I looked at the girl, who furiously met my gaze. We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. `` I command you to let me-'' 
 
 `` Relax,'' I replied, letting him flop to the ground. I turned into a mountain mystic and sat down, cross-legged, chewing on my pipe and twirling my long, silvery beard. With a huff, the girl sat down as well, looking for all the world like she'd rather be pummeling her brother. Marcus sighed and stood up with a pained expression. `` It all began twelve years ago...''
