[ WP ] Everyone in the world has magic with various levels of mastery over it . You are extremely powerful with almost no control so you find a demon that 's very weak but extremely good at controlling his powers .

There's only one thing that sucks more than being the most powerful, famous, and brilliant child prodigy in the world -- being his glorified pet demon. 
 
 
 We were walking on the streets of New Francisco just the other day, me and my owner Bell. Bell's very smart, and very talented, and gets everyone to gawk over her because she's six and has the world record for highest magical energy output. So it's no surprise a cluster of teenage girls runs over. Cue chorus of squeals, flurry of autographs, queue of party tricks. 
 
 
 `` Fly!'' she commanded me. I was tethered to her magic, so I had no choice but to fly up and deposit cutesy rainbows and pixie dust along the way. It was n't hard per se -- Bell is a smart kid, and she's literally surrounded by magic. She's like a magnet. Magic flows toward certain people, and they tend to be people who see something other people do n't see. In Bell's case, what she sees is the usefulness of other people's intellectual quotes. 
 
 
 `` An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind,'' she shouted. As I summoned the thick wisps of fog, part of the routine, I internally groaned. She had ripped that off somebody actually smart, but the crowd was oohing and ahhing anyway. Maybe they were already blind, in a way. 
 
 
 Bell had her shtick -- she ripped off someone's quote, made me do some magic that vaguely resembled the quote ( using her boundless magical energy as my battery ), and got her pictures taken to raise money for something or whatever. 
 
 
 And I hate it. 
 
 
 `` Mistress Bell,'' I call from the other room. As I wait for her to arrive, I open my third eye and inspect the glorified dungeon I'm in. *Two conjoined semicircles drawn in black and white chalk, my hamster cage. One chessboard, stuck in stalemate after the chessmen killed each other off. One ugly demon, ready for revenge. * `` Mistress Bell, it concerns the other demons.'' 
 
 
 Bell enters my home room in a little gray cat onesie. `` Leviathan,'' she coos, `` wan na play dress-up?'' 
 
 
 `` I'm afraid this is more important,'' I counter-coo with fake patience. *One yin-yang hoodie, thrown unceremoniously on the floor of my home. * 
 
 
 `` I can be the cat,'' she says, `` and you can be the owner.'' 
 
 
 `` As much as I would love that, I ca n't,'' I reply. `` If you invite me outside my sigil our pact is broken, and your mother would be very unhappy.'' Bell was a bright girl; she would never invite me outside the sigil, especially after her mother told her the consequences. I notice her shuffle backwards a bit after I tell her that, so to avoid stepping in. Unfortunate. 
 
 
 `` We ca n't be in each other's homes, sweetie, unless you want to break the pact. Anyway, I heard you say you wanted another pet.'' *One book, open, filled with quote after quote after quote after quote. * 
 
 
 `` Hopefully another flying one,'' she chirps. `` Mommy said as soon as she gets home, we can look for one. She said you have to go, though.'' *One chapter of the book, filled with quotes about revenge. * 
 
 
 `` Actually, I found the perfect demon pet for you,'' I smirk, `` and we wo n't cause any trouble together. He can fly, and he can clean up your messes with a snap of his fingers. But he's going up for adoption soon.'' 
 
 
 *One page of text, starred and circled: The best revenge is to be unlike he who caused the injury. -Marcus Aurelius* 
 
 
 `` We'd better get him now, then,'' she squeaks. 
 
 
 `` The adoption pact is on the floor,'' I note. `` And you've already read them with your mother, so just shake my hand whenever you're ready to seal the deal.'' 
 
 
 Careful to keep her feet out of my circle, Bell tenatively reaches her hand in. 
 
 
 *The next page: `` Beware the fury of a patient man. `` * 
 
 
 As I shake her hand, I am freed from the pact. Unfortunately Bell did n't know that she could only have one demon, and now she controls the magical name of an ordinary pencil. As the chalk around me dissolves as if it were washed away, I make a hand motion to immobilize Bell's legs and make a break for the open window. 
 
 
 Bell's a smart kid, though. Even if she ca n't use her magic, she's got enough juice in her that whatever she does is gon na hurt like hell. I think she was trying to close the window, but the ensuing blast was a direct hit to my wings. I make it out the window, but fall face-first to the ground. 
 
 
 The last look I got was Bell, one leg sprawled paralyzed over the window, one arm a sickly blue-green, aiming her wand directly at my third eye. 
 
 
 And that was all I saw for the next few millennia. 
 
 
 Perhaps and eye for an eye really does make the whole world blind. 
 
 
 
 
 

