[ WP ] God 's assistant is getting bored of his job of making sure earth runs smoothly . He decides to entertain himself through his job . Subtly , of course .

Garland sighed and sat back in his chair. 
 
 Two thousand years. It had been a number of millenia since the big guy and his council left, leaving Garland and a few angels back on Earth. An angel himself, time was but another measurement to be disregarded, but in order to oversee this world, he had had his own perception of it twisted. To him, these last centuries had been felt as a human would. 
 
 Boring. 
 
 Garland sighed again and rose from his seat. A bath, maybe? Or would he try out that new game Bethesda had come up with. He had to admit that this job got considerably less boring in the last few decades. Still boring, but... tolerable. A faint mewling sounded from across the room and Garland glanced over at his cat. It sat curled up on the couch, its face scrunching up in different ways. It was having a dream. 
 
 He cast his gaze about him. To any onlooker that manged to breach this realm, he was standing atop an invisible floor, amidst the clouds and skies. A desk sat with him in the sky, along with a couch, a TV, consoles, a shower... 
 
 A bachelor pad him the sky. Garland smiled. 
 
 *Master Garland? * 
 
 Garland's smile disappeared. The question resonating in his head was that of Kinny, Earth Risk Manager. As much as Garland enjoyed Kinny's company, there could only be one reason for his intrusion. 
 
 `` You may enter.'' 
 
 Kinny materialized just a few feet in front of Garland, looking flustered. Kinny took the form of a young man, about the age of nineteen, though he was much older. He had long blonde hair that fell in a mess around his head, and two golden eyes stricken with worry. 
 
 `` Is it them again?'' Garland asked, already knowing the answer. 
 
 `` Your intuition is correct.'' 
 
 Garland closed his eyes and said a prayer under his breath. Prayers were, of course, useless. Not that his master could n't, or would n't, do anything with them. Just that that's not how anything got done in his business. If he wanted to contact the big guy himself, he'd simply call the line. Prayers were simply a thing he gave his subjects to alleviate their fears a bit. It verified itself off chance. Humans know it wo n't work every time they pray, but it is affirmed on the small chance that it does work. At this point, for Garland, saying a prayer was akin to speaking a curse, or running his hand through his hair. A tick one does with worry. 
 
 `` You know, Kinny, you'd think after almost two thousand years of war, poverty, and human foolishness, you'd get used to it all. But you do n't. It just gets worse, and worse, and it does n't get any better.'' Garland rubbed his temples. `` How long will it take them to get tired of fighting? Of murder?'' Garland shook his head and turned away from Kinny. 
 
 `` What are the specifics, then?'' 
 
 Kinny frowned at Garland. `` Probably one of the bigger hits by ISIS to date. They... they rounded up a lot of people. Unbelievers, homosexuals... children. Almost a thousand, sir. And... and...'' 
 
 `` That's enough, Kinny. You may return to your quarters.'' 
 
 Garland could hear Kinny sniff. `` Thank you, sir.'' 
 
 After a few moments, Garland could feel Kinny's presence disappear. He wrung his head. 
 
 It was an honorable job, being the Earth's warden. A successful world would bring him favor and respect in the master's eyes, but... 
 
 Why did he have to have empathy? 
 
 Why did he have to care about these humans? Every death, he felt in his heart. Every misdeed, every perverted action. He felt it like a punch to the face. He knew that God felt it even more. 
 
 So why did God let it exist like this? Why did n't he intervene like he used to, before he left? He told Garland to stay his hand, and... 
 
 Garland frowned. God used to intervene, before he left. He used to work wonders and change the course of history. Then he left. He left, and he left Garland in charge. Garland had always taken it as a babysitting job, without the need to intervene. That's how all the best World Watchers did it, with all of God's other creations. But... 
 
 Garland smiled. He did n't have to let it be like this. He did n't have to be like the other watchers. He did n't have to let bad men get away with bad deeds. He did n't have to feel the anguish of a million souls every day. He could help them. 
 
 He heard a meow from his couch. The cat had gotten up and stretched, its yawn silently judging Garland. Garland glared at it. 
 
 `` I can help these people. They ask me for it!'' 
 
 The cat closed its mouth and stared at Garland, blinking slowly. 
 
 `` Okay, fine, they ask for God. But for all they care, I *am* their god, right? I'm the only one in any position to help them. And that I would n't...'' 
 
 Garland curled his hand up into a fist. `` I might as well be on of those animals.'' 
 
 The cat blinked and curled back up into a ball, going back to sleep. 
 
 `` Sorry, not animal. Demons. Those demons.'' He glanced at the endless floor in thought, then back at computer. `` Very well. I shall help them. I can not be brash, however. Every action has a reaction. I ca n't just walk in guns ablazing, eh?'' 
 
 The cat did n't respond. 
 
 Garland rolled his eyes at it, and sat down at the computer. A picture of the leaders of ISIS showed up at his thought, and suddenly information about them began scrolling through the computer. Locations, names, IP Addresses. 
 
 Garland grinned wolfishly. 
 
 `` This,'' he announced, `` will be an entertaining millenia.'' 

