[ WP ] A demon is getting REALLY tired of teenage girls summoning him .

`` Sorry, sir.'' 
 
 Paz looked up. `` What?'' 
 
 `` We do n't serve low level here.'' 
 
 Paz looked over the maître's shoulder at the restaurant's main room behind. `` Come on, man, this is hell. You do n't serve demons in hell?'' 
 
 The maître leaned closer. `` We serve demons, but not… your kind. Sorry.'' 
 
 Paz caught sight of a few red, fiery figures in suits glancing his way from the tables, over sips of wine and cuts of good steak. He looked at the maitre again. `` I have the money. I just want to –'' 
 
 `` Please go, sir. Or we will have to call security.'' 
 
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 Paz walked out of the restaurant and lit a cigarette. He strolled sadly through the streets of Downtown Hell, kicking 
 cans and pebbles here and there. 
 
 No one respected him. He was part of the'low level' demons – the ones with limited power, limited access to Hell 
 areas, limited job opportunities… 
 
 And even the other low levels were better off. At least they had each other. Paz had been laughed out of another Low Level Union meeting just the previous month. He was too soft, they said. He could n't commit real evil deeds. His horn was n't big enough. 
 
 They'd play pranks on him. Lucifer, Alastor, Baphomet… all of them. The latest one had been to change the records 
 of his summoning spell in the Main Office to the lyrics of Justin Bieber's Baby, Baby, Baby, so that every time 
 anyone sang the song he'd get – 
 
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 Paz opened his eyes to a pink room filled with young boys' faces taped to the wall. One Direction, Jonas Brothers… the posters hung proud by a collage of photographs depicting a young girl and her friends. 
 
 `` Baby, baby, baby, oooh, like – OH MY GOD!'' 
 
 Paz looked back to spot the girl, still holding the deodorant can. The girl, on the other hand, had spotted him already. 
 
 `` Sorry,'' Paz said, quickly. `` It's not my fault, I –'' 
 
 The girl passed out. Paz snapped his sadly fingers and vanished, reappearing in Hell. 
 
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 *Poor girl, * he thought, resuming his walk. He could n't go five minutes without popping up in some colorful room 
 and freaking the living shit out of an innocent girl's – 
 
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 Paz opened his eyes again. This room was a little less flashy, but a girl's room too. Already he had his hands in front 
 his chest, the nicest look he could muster in his yellow eyes, as the girl turned around to spot him. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' Paz said quickly. `` I know you did n't summon me. Please do n't freak out. Just go back to singing Justin Bieber and I'll –'' 
 
 `` I hate Justin Bieber,'' the girl said, in a scratchy voice. She was a bit chubby and had some acne, and her hair was 
 like overgrown Channel. `` And I *did* summon you. Took you long enough, by the way.'' 
 
 Paz frowned. `` You did?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, of course!'' 
 
 `` Why did you summon me for?'' Paz walked across the room past the girl and stopped his eyes on her computer. 
 Onscreen, a very 90's looking page was opened. The Comic Sans font read'How To Summon Demons: Pazuzu.' 
 
 `` Some girls are making fun of me in school,'' the girl said, going around Paz and stopping by his side, eyes on the 
 computer. 
 
 `` Uh-hum…'' 
 
 `` I want you to help me murder them a lot.'' 
 
 Paz widened his eyes and turned to the girl. `` What!?'' 
 
 She was smiling, hands behind her back. `` What? You think I summoned a demon to help me with my homework?'' 

