[ WP ] A demon suddenly decides to try to be good . He 's not the best at it .

Falazal - sorry, `` Falazaliel'' - liked her new den; it was a little white for her tastes and the furniture was made some kind of old wood - oak maybe? - that smelled faintly of mint. It was her least favourite smell and she was dead set on changing it to something more pleasant, like ash or candle wax. She supposed that the aesthetic and design choices probably came with the new boss though. The big G.o.d. up top had always been the enemy of her last patron - something about a spat they'd had millenia ago and had never gotten over - and was apparently a really really big fan of plants and the colour white. 
 
 Allegedly, God was a tyrant who would smite whomever they felt like and had once flooded the world for shits and giggles. By all accounts, it was some pretty high level stuff. It turns out that was mostly all rumours and heresay; the old demons and devils had been lying, or at least exaggerating, because when Falazal had come to God looking to turn a new leaf, she'd been given a job and a den - sorry, `` office'' - in a heartbeat. So much for Ol'Smitty, eh? No, instead she'd been given the admittedly low level grunt work of keeping the in-flow of Deeds filed away into either the `` Good'' folder or the `` Bad'' one. Falazal did n't mind, she'd been the head torturer of Hell for the few centuries she'd been alive and that had been stressful enough to make her quit. A couple millenia of easy work would do her some good, really get her back to her roots and letting her do things she could enjoy during her own personal time. 
 
 Falazal suppressed a shudder as the clock on the wall chimed once; it was time to start her first shift! The Deeds started to pile in, stacking themselves high on her desk as every human act in the world came flooding through the offices of all the working staff of Heaven. Her stack was supposed to be smaller than everyone elses, being a new member and a demon to boot, but already Fal felt like she had ages of work in front of her. Sighing, she picked up the first Deed: 
 
 * Name: Robert Haim. 
 * Occupation: Carpenter. 
 * Family: None. 
 * Deed: Stole from his neighbour by piggybacking onto their cable service. 
 
 Hm, that's a good deed, Falazal thought to herself. It did n't really hurt anyone, so she could n't have called it a bad deed. It was n't even really on the scale of things the people in Hell had done. She moved on to the next Deed: 
 
 * Name: Amanda Caler. 
 * Occupation: Lawyer. 
 * Family: Divorced, Daughter. 
 * Deed: Was late to a client's meeting due to a small fight with her ex-husband over who would be picking up their daughter from school. 
 
 This one was definitely a bad deed. The woman clearly fought with someone over something small and inconsequential and she was late to a professional meeting with someone who was paying her. Plus, she was a lawyer! If Fal knew anything it was that she'd yet to meet even a single lawyer in Heaven for the millions she'd tortured in Hell. This one was a guaranteed sinner; she placed the file in the bad deeds tray. 
 
 Immediately, a phone materialized beside her stack of Deeds and started ringing. It had the caller's ID on it: GOD. The boss is probably calling to tell me what good work I've been doing for my first day, Falazaliel beamed. She subconsciously tucker her hair behind her horns and calmed herself as she picked up the phone, working hard to keep the glee from her voice. 
 
 `` Hello Boss, this is Falazaliel, how can I help you? I'm doing well on my first day, are n't I?'' she almost winked out of habit - it could get you far in Hell's lower echelons - but she stopped herself. Largely because it was n't a video call. 
 
 `` Well Falazaliel-'' the genderless voice of God began before Fal cut it off. 
 
 `` You can call me Fal when it's just us talking, boss!'' 
 
 `` Well Falazaliel, I do n't quite know how to say this but it's actually rather the opposite.'' God sighed, `` I understand you're just starting to learn, and I applaud your go-getter attitude with skipping out on the tutorials I sent you when you first got here, but you really should review what Good and Bad mean up here. It's really not the same logic as you used to use back in Hell.'' 
 
 Falazaliel pouted, legitimately saddened to find out she could be doing better, `` Oh do n't worry, I'm sure I'll get the hang of it. I was always a quick learner back for Ol' Satan; I'll blow through these Deeds in no time and I'll get them all sorted just like you want. Haim's deed was bad and Caler's was good? You got it.'' 
 
 God almost audibly cringed when Fal said Satan's name, but did a good job of hiding it from her, `` Alright Falazaliel, I'll be monitoring your progress. I just do n't want anyone going to the wrong place because of a clerical oversight. Expect me to come down there if you still are n't understanding the nuances within the hour.'' 
 
 `` Oh I hope it does n't come to that, I've never been a fan of the whips...'' 
 
 There was a pause as God remembered exactly what Fal used to be before speaking again, voice as calm as the ocean, `` Falazaliel. I'll come down there to give you a calm and patient explanation while we work through some of the Deeds together. I will not be coming down with whips.'' 
 
 `` That's too bad, they're really effective motiva-'' 
 
 `` Falazaliel, I'm going to hang-up now, have a good morning.'' 
 
 The line went dead and the phone dematerialized. In front of her, a second wave of Deeds was starting to come in, stacked against her first. She really had a full day ahead of her! 
 
 `` Okay, what was it I said just then? Right, Haim's the good deed and Caler's the bad deed..'' Fal said to herself as she checked the two folders to make sure the Deeds were in the right spot before continuing, `` Oh I already resorted them, perfect, must have done it while I was on the phone. Onward to more judgement then!''
