[ WP ] You are an omnipotent god . Out of boredom you decided to live an ordinary human life vowing not to use your power . 15 years has pass and you have a 9 to 5 working for a major tech company . Your boss has been tormenting you for years and you have reach your limit

Everyone was staring with disgust at the closed door, the blinds down as the manager yelled at their co-worker. The man was a maniac and the only reason no-one had stood up to him was because he could get them fired at a moment's notice and his psychotic temper. 
 
 Just as security had arrived the door violently swung open and the woman was thrown out to the ground by the hair.'I just fired this cunt!' he yelled, shocking everyone.'Get her out of here NOW!! All of you, back to work!' 
 
 The guards were good people, helping her up and out while also calling HR and reporting his outburst. 
 
 As I went back to the cubicle beside mine, Tim silently hung up and then went back to filing his report.'I just called the police,' he silently said to me.'Shit... Carol did n't deserve that.' 
 
 I knew why it happened - despite how much of a terrible reason it was - but I decided to humor my colleague.'What did she do to set him off?' 
 
'She scratched his Lamborghini on the way in this morning,' he answered me.'A small scratch...' 
 
 We quieted down as the HR representatives walked towards his office, entering and locking the door behind them. Tim carefully put an earpiece in his head and tapped the screen of his phone, collecting more evidence that he can use to denounce his soon-to-be former employer as he plans to leave the current job of writing tech manuals. 
 
 To mortals of old, I was once known as a God. I did n't particularly enjoy the worship, especially when they completely misrepresented me to fit their ideals, but I did enjoy watching them in life and granting boons to those I had found... interesting. Of course, a minor deity, learning of my odd fascination with humans, challenged me to live among them as long as possible and masquerade as a mortal. If I could reach the 20-year mark, I'd win our little contest. 
 
 Unfortunately, Brad was my manager within this company. He was one of those people who had rich parents who cared more about their reputation rather than treating their son. But he knows what he's doing harms others and enjoys it. He was currently trying to frame Carol for embezzling funds from the company, to `` Get back the wages that treacherous bitch should never have been paid''. 
 
 Tim had heard that and was growing uncomfortable. We had almost rejoiced when 5 o'clock arrived and HR dismissed us so that Brad could hold us back for unpaid `` overtime''. 
 
 I had gotten back to my apartment, a rather cheap place in the mortal realm. I wanted to just kick back, relax with a beer and watch the game. Beer... why did Leviticus and Mohammed say I had denounced this drink? 
 
 That's when I got a phone call from Tim.'Hey, what's wrong?' I asked. I knew he was distressed, but tried to play it cool. 
 
'Dude, Brad found out I called the cops on him,' Tim gasped.'He just kicked my door in... broke one of my cells- Fuck!' 
 
'What's wrong?' I asked.'Tim?!' 
 
'He broke my fucking leg!' 
 
 I did n't believe I could, but I snapped.'I'll get someone over there right now,' I said as I hung up. I knew he was watching me, so I decided to make my intentions clear.'I'm forfeiting our bet.' 
 
'Are you?' Ares asked as he appeared leaning on my counter.'I mean, you do now owe me-' 
 
 My human form disappeared as I enveloped his entire body with one of my hands.'No time,' I stated.'I want you to go to this mortal, make sure his injuries are n't fatal and protect him as a guardian spirit. If you have to appear to him, so be it.' 
 
'Appear to a mortal?' Ares asked in shock.'Are you mad?' 
 
'Ares, I will honor our deal but if that mortal, my best friend, *dies* I will do to *you* what I *did to **C'thulhu and his kin**! *' 
 
 Ares was a brave being but anyone would be scared of just how I had devoured the most primordial and powerful beings in existence. He disappeared, heading to Tim. 
 
 I, however, transported myself to Brad's house just as he was entering, Tim's blood all over his hands.'And that fucker ruined my suit...' he grumbled before falling down into the basement.'What the fuck?' 
 
 Then he saw me, a being made entirely of scales. To most mortals I'd appear as a dragon, which is precisely what my angelic progeny appeared as while flying around me, breathing lighting, fire and snowstorms as my 10 legs menacingly stomped towards him. I unfolded my 12 wings, stared him down with the 20 eyes on 5 heads, grinned with my 10 mouths then spoke through all of them in unison,'Bradley Densin?' 
 
'What the... what the fuck are you?!' he screamed as he grabbed a vase, throwing it at one of my heads. 
 
'Oh, me?' I spoke, repairing the vase and returning it to the table.'See, in olden days mortals such as yourself called me YHWH. Nowadays Christians, Jews and Muslims pray to me as the deity who created Existence and being the one true god... which is n't exactly true. I *did* create this world, but there are many gods. Although I prefer to use the term *meals*.' 
 
 He was now sweating like a pig in a heatwave, a sensation I took great pleasure in causing. 
 
'Although... none call me by my true name of Bahamut. I use many names to wander this world, more to sate my boredom than anything. See, you may not know it... but you have made a rather grave, *personal* slight against me.' 
 
'I-I'll give you anything!' Brad tried to plead as his back met the wall, supporting himself to prevent his legs from giving out.'I have money! I have so much money!' 
 
'Did n't I tell you?' I said, leering two of my heads on each side of him.'I'm a god, I have no need for *money*. Although there is one thing you can give me.' 
 
'Just name it!' he screamed.'Just do n't hurt me!' 
 
 In my 100 billion years, that was the first to get me to genuinely laugh.'You do n't get it, do you? ***HURTING YOU IS PRECISELY WHAT I WANT!! ***' 
 
 The physical realm dispersed into dark space as I spoke and soon there were only two sounds being made; the screams of this pathetic human, and my wings. 
 
'Oh, the satisfaction that your death throes will bring me,' I said with satin-like grace in my voice before I began my work. 
 
'Of course, in time. 
 
 The authorities arrived at Brad's residence 30 minutes. They found him bloodied and wounded, but he'd recover from his physical trauma. The psychological effects of the damage I inflicted to his soul would never heal, however. He was soon institutionalized. 
 
 Carol got her job back plus damages over what Brad did to her. Tim recovered with surprising speed. He was aware of my identity now but he had also struck up a friendship with Ares. 
 
 I did honor my bet with Ares, however. He wanted to know a secret of the universe that no other deity was aware of. He regretted it, but a deal's a deal - he wanted to know precisely souls came from, after all. 
 
 And that's why I'm the king of the gods, bitches.
