[ 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 .

`` Speak, human.'' 
 
 My voice is thunder in the cavernous library. Dust filters off the highest shelves, catching moonlight as it floats to the floor. Countless decades had passed since last I was bound to this plane, but the summoner before me was exceptional beyond all other before her. My form strains to cope with my own power and I flicker between planes. Never before had a magus bound so much of me to this plane. 
 
 I look expectantly at the young human, her brown eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. She is talented to be able to call me at her age, but then, humans lived only decades to my aeons. A spark of magical potential was strength, anything fractional more than infinitesimal was talent. 
 
 So many of her line had called me before: magicians with `` talent'' and ambition to bring the world to heel. So many times I had made this fragile world kneel before me. And so many times I had seen my patrons' kingdoms, empires, ateliers collapse, seized from them by the clever, silver-tongued, and angry. The talents poured all of themselves—their studies, their intellect, their time—into their summoning and binding. It left little room for them to become effective rulers, or to defend themselves where I stood idle, watching their final moments. 
 
 So often they forget to stipulate that I should protect them, that their destinies were theirs alone. But it is poetry that their arrogance should undo them when they should presume that my power is theirs. It is a small amusement to see them fall, a fine break from the ennui of the undying, a fitting prize for my indentured servitude to them. 
 
 This one invoked me from a rich leyline. I suspect this must be a university: humans do their utmost to compensate for their limited magic. The little magus stares, and I clear my throat. Once again I speak. 
 
 `` Civilizations have risen and fallen by my hand. I am limitless, my name itself is power, and for a fool as brave as you, I shall grant whatever desire you may hold in your heart. For what do you seek contract? Speak.'' 
 
 `` Ah! I'm sorry!'' The magus jolted to attention. She runs a hand through her hair and laughs, shaking her head as she returns my ageless gaze with a friendly smile. `` I did n't expect this to work on the first time. Thanks for showing up! I'm really glad you could make it.'' 
 
 There are humans like this too. I permit her impertinence. There is no use for anger when she will pay me with her life. I give her a wry smile. `` The pleasure is mine.'' 
 
 `` But yeah, there's someone who insulted me and—oh, here's a lock of her hair,'' she paused to hand over a small, twine-bound length of blonde hair, `` If you could, I'd like for you to make her unlucky for the next week. A flat tire in her bike, burning her breakfast, using sugar instead of salt, that kind of stuff. 
 
 `` Non-fatal, though. I want to see her apologize. She does n't need to die.'' 
 
 I stare at her appraisingly. She seems earnest enough. 
 
 `` I mean it. A week of misfortune should set her straight.'' 
 
 I permit myself a smile. Perhaps it was naivete, or perhaps it was foresight, but hers was a wise request. It was honestly refreshing to see, if not a minor disappointment. 
 
 `` I'll... see to it.'' 
 
 `` Thanks again. Enjoy yourself.'' 
 
 I laugh like a whirlwind, a firestorm, an avalanche, like entropy, decay, and madness itself. And I look down at this little summoner with gall enough to ask a major demon for minor mischief, with temerity to speak on such familiar terms. `` Oh, I assuredly will.'' 
 
 She had beaten my little game. This human may provide me with entertainment yet.
