[ 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 .

`` Where the fuck are my keys?'' Johnny said to nobody in particular. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and came out with a phone, some loose change and a couple of old sweet wrappers. For the third time this week. 
 `` For fucks sake...'' Johnny sighed. He was going to have to go back to the lobby and find someone to let him in to his flat. He turned to see the elevator doors close in front of him. 
 `` You could n't have waited five more seconds?'' He yelled at the descending metal box. He was going to have to walk. Down nine flights of stairs. *What exactly did I do to deserve this? * he thought to himself. *I'm a doctor. I save people's lives! Why am I having the worst week of my life? * There really was n't an explanation. It had all started with the traffic jam last Thursday, and then there had been the problems with his WiFi router, the keys, the disappearing change and the lack of a headphone jack on the new iPhone. It felt like someone up there was playing a game with him- who can make Johnny have a mental breakdown the fastest? Well, someone was winning. Johnny did n't think he could take much more... *Gone on break. Back in half an hour. * 
 `` Fuck's sake...'' Johnny sighed for what felt like the millionth time that week. 
 
 As a matter of fact, someone up there was messing with him. Me. I admit, it was a little cruel, but it was a good job, and you did n't last long in hell without a cruel streak. Not that I really wanted to stay down there any more- I was a little bored of torturing the souls of the evil. I mean, there are only so many times shoving a large spike into someone is funny, you know? So yes, I took the job. I do n't know who it was from. I just got a message on my phone one day asking me to take a surface job. I was genuinely curious - surface jobs could be big, world changing even, and usually it was the angels who got up to that sort of thing. Frankly, fire and brimstone gets a little tiresome after a couple years. I wanted some fresh air. 
 
 It was a big apartment building in town. Nice, modern. The guy was clearly successful. `` So who's the client?'' I asked myself. Nobody heard. Us celestial beings are invisible to the rest of them. There was n't anyone from heaven or hell around that I could see, meaning my client was high ranking. It was certainly interesting. 
 `` I hope you're as evil as you are smart.'' Said a voice next to me. 
 `` I presume you're my client?'' I said to the air. The person, whoever it was, was hiding well. 
 `` I'm used to hiding.'' It said. `` And knowing what people are thinking.'' 
 `` So this is an actual job?'' I asked. `` I'm being paid to annoy someone?'' 
 `` Essentially, yes. You need to annoy this guy as much as you can.'' 
 `` Are you sure you do n't just want me to severely depress the guy?'' I asked. 
 `` No. I do n't want him dying and getting in to heaven.'' The voice said. 
 `` Jesus. What did this guy to do you?'' 
 Silence. 
 `` Hello?'' 
 The voice was gone. 
 
 `` I could have sworn I had a dollar.'' Johnny muttered to himself. He'd only had ninety eight cents. I'd made sure of that. Johnny was looking really down, and I had to feel sorry for the guy. I'd been following him around, and he seemed like a really nice guy. He saved lives for a living, for crying out loud! For the millionth time, I wondered what he'd done to deserve this. Someone out there was really mad at this guy. But I was just doing my job- which reminded me. The woman at the desk had come back five minutes ago- something I should probably fix. I quickly filled her bladder and she dutifully got up and went to go. That taken care of, I turned to see Johnny walk in to the building, checking his phone. He smiled at something, then turned straight towards the elevator. He caught me off guard, and he was through the metal doors before I could close them, humming as he went. I had to do something, quick! If the client saw Johnny behaving like this... 
 I floated up through the roof of the elevator and jammed the mechanism on the top. Johnny was n't going anywhere for a while. 
 
 Inside the lift, Johnny felt the bump as the lift stopped. The doors did n't open. He was stuck. Johnny looked up at the ceiling disbelievingly. The, Johnny sat down in the corner of the lift and cried. 
 
 `` You did a good job.'' The voice was back. 
 `` No. It was a bad job. A horrible one, actually. What *did* that guy do to you?'' 
 The voice sighed. And then materialised in to the last thing I would have expected - an angel. But not a happy one. His robes were dirty and torn ( despite being magical - I really do n't know how he did it ), his wings were moulting and his halo was barely glowing at all. 
 `` You're an angel?'' I asked, surprised. 
 `` A soul carrier, to be precise. I kill people and take them for judgement.'' 
 `` I thought you were good guys?'' Soul carriers were supposed to be happy - a fresh start, a welcome to the afterlife. This guy looked more like someone who would take himself to the pearly gates than someone who led other people there. 
 `` So did I. But do you have any idea how depressing it is to see death wherever you go?'' He sighed. 
 I nodded sympathetically. `` But why this guy?'' 
 `` I was down on earth a couple months ago. Alive, I mean. I had everything. A good job, beautiful girlfriend. We were going to be married.'' He looked to be on the verge of tears. `` And then there was an accident - and electric shock. I was dead before I knew it. And we were both alone.'' 
 I nodded again. Sometimes it was hard to know who death was harder on - those who were left below, or those who watched friends and family from the other side, with no way of contacting them. Just watching. 
 `` Then, last week, there was a car crash. She was in it. A huge pile up - she was unconscious, and bleeding out. She was going to die, for sure. I could n't wait to see her again. And then the paramedics came. And *he* saved her. I wo n't see her again, maybe not for decades. I'm stuck up here, and it's his fault I ca n't see her.'' The angel was crying now, pearly white tears pouring off his face. It had started raining outside, too. The angels always had the weather on their side. 
 `` So you take it out on him?'' I asked. `` That does n't seem fair.'' 
 `` Trust me.'' The angle said. `` If I could kill myself, I already would have.'' 
 He melted off into nothing. I knew the full story now. Johnny was a good guy, and I could n't keep doing this to him. But what had happened to the angel was even crueller. I floated over the crying man, split as to what to do. Then I restarted the mechanism, and floated off in to the night. 
 
 It was gone eight when Sally heard the doorbell ring. She was surprised - she had n't been getting many visitors since Tom died. She walked to the door, cautious. There was a man standing there, with sunglasses and a leather jacket. 
 `` Can I help you?'' She asked. The rain was pouring down. 
 `` No. But there is someone else who needs you.'' He said. Then he pulled out a gun. Sally turned to close the door, but the man blocked her. 
 `` I'm really sorry about this.'' He said, and then he shot her in the face. 
 And from behind a big apartment building in town, the sun began to shine once more. 
 
 
 

