[ WP ] A demon who is really bad at his job keeps accidentally making the person he is possessing 's life better

“ Hah, ” N ’ bul chuckled. “ Tibby Todd Tuckerson… You sure you need me on this one, Beelz? This kid ’ s parents already hate him enou– “ 
 
 “ As I have commanded. ” 
 
 His fur rose on end as it always does when the dark one speaks. He shrugs. 
 
 “ Sure thing, boss. ” His paw drops to his side, the thwack of his new client ’ s rap sheet hitting his hindquarters leaving a faint echo in the chamber. He bows with a smug curtsy, and promptly leaves the chamber, his hooves clacking on the brimstone. 
 
 
 “ Yo Salthazar! ” N ’ bul hurried over to catch up to his friend. “ You got ta get a load of my new case. ” 
 
 “ What, is thissss your newbie? ” 
 
 “ Yeah, check it out – the kid ’ s sixteen, got cystic acne, asthma, eczema, ADD, and his SINGLE MOTHER works at Wendy ’ s. ” 
 
 “ Man, you alwayssss get the low-hanging fruit. ” 
 
 “ Yeah, I know, right. Personality: 52. Athleticism: 37. Intellience: 60. Charisma: 48. ” 
 
 “ Dude– “ 
 
 “ That ’ s not everything though, man. Check his name ” 
 
 Salthazar squints as N ’ bul turns the sheet toward him. “ T– Tibby Todd Tuckerson? Really? Fuck you, man. ” 
 
 N ’ bul ’ s thick red shoulders heave as he laughs into the abyss. “ Ah, don ’ t be a hater bro! Listen, you remember who I had last? ” 
 
 “ Yeah yeah yeah, don ’ t remind me. Tommy Terriffic. ” 
 
 “ Eighteen and one, bitches! ” N ’ bul turns around to high-five the tormented soul in the stocks behind them. 
 
 Salthazar sighs, and braces for one of his friend ’ s bragging fits. 
 
 “ You know how hard that shit was? I had to start working on the guy ’ s boss! ” 
 
 “ Yes, N ’ bul, we all remember… ” 
 
 “ Hah. I bet this guy does – “ 
 
 The soul looks up in pure fear. ^ “ Of ^course ^m ’ lord… ^yes ^m ’ lord… ” 
 
 “ Fuckin ’ A right you do. ” N ’ bul musses his hair. “ Everyone does. ” 
 
 They stand around for a moment, each reviewing their new assignments. 
 
 Salthazar sighs, and looks away. “ Well, I should go. I ’ ve got ssssssome prep work to do. Another CEO. Hopefully the guy ’ s family doesn ’ t pay for a papal exorcism this time… ” 
 
 “ Yeah, sorry man. That must have been tough. ” They stand for a moment, the quiet only punctuated with screams of the damned from the torture floor below. “ Well, I ’ ll let you go. Don ’ t work too hard! ” 
 
 “ Yeah, you too. Douche. ” Salthazar slithers away, leaving N ’ bul chuckling. “ You know what this sounds like to me, buddy? ” 
 
 ^ ” M ’ lord? ” 
 
 “ Vacation. ”
