[ 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

He could hear his boss approaching, the plump bastard was even whistling to himself as he walked. The tune, so obviously artificially happy, grated on Luke's ears. Was that... yes it was. It was'Be Our Guest' from that obnoxious Disney movie. 
 
 Tim felt his teeth grate against each other, as his boss stepped into his office. 
 
 `` Tim, got a minute?'' his boss asked, voice oozing that fake sincerity of friendship that was his hallmark. What would it be now, Tim wondered. A misaligned column in a spreadsheet? A typo on page six? Or another set of questions designed to undermine the entire premise of a report causing him to have to redo the entire bloody thing? 
 
 Tim spun around in his leather chair, his face going blank with calm and false cheer. 
 
 `` Sure, boss. What's up?'' 
 
 With that atrociously horrid smile, his boss sank into the chair in front of Tim's desk, gazing for a moment out the windows of the highrise. Once again delaying the inevitable reproach, savoring his moment of the delivery of the inevitable put-down. 
 
 `` Whoa, check out that sunset! Those colors are amazing! Have to admit it, Tim, but your office has a better view than mine. I just stare out at the 21st street tower - though occasionally it's fun to wave at some of the other folks at their desks across the way.'' 
 
 Tim coughed. `` I'm kinda busy here, boss, I've got that new proposal to finish up...'' 
 
 Fifteen years. Fifteen grinding years spent sucking up to the pudgy jerk, while his own efforts continued to help the bastard climb the corporate ranks. And with each promotion, sure enough, the faux-jolly bastard would move Tim up the rung to always be just one step behind him, always within easy reach to criticize and micro-manage. Always keeping Tim under his fat donut-munching thumb. 
 
 `` Well, first I wanted to congratulate you on the Parker job. Well done! The folks upstairs are truly impressed. That last edit really closed the deal, so thanks for making it!'' 
 
 The Parker job. What a laugh. Three weeks of late nights pouring through the data, triple checking the accounts, only to find that the sole problem their company had was having a tax accountant who was too stupid to realize that the laws had changed the previous year, and the entire approach to deductions for the offshore accounts was bogus. What a colossal waste of time and effort all because of one idiot. 
 
 Tim knew his boss must've laughed his ass off at the thought of how much free time Tim had sacrificed to figure that out. Especially because Tim was on salary as an'exempt' employee. No overtime earned, no extra cash for the work, nothing. And that last edit - his boss had'encouraged' him to tone the technical details down and phrase things in a way the stupid board could more easily comprehend. Turning his perfection of numbers into a metaphor for children! 
 
 `` Uh, thanks boss. Glad it helped.'' 
 
 His boss was nodding, grinning that sadistic grin yet again. `` It sure did. But, about the Henessay account...'' 
 
 Here it comes. The nitpicking bastard finally got to the point of his entire visit, the weekly torture he could inflict upon his indentured servant. 
 
 `` What about it? The projections showed good growth potential over the next five years.'' 
 
 `` Oh the projections look great... it's just that I wonder about the baseline.'' 
 
 Tim paused. `` The baseline? I got that from the third floor review team.'' 
 
 `` I know, but I do n't think they're entirely accurate. I might be wrong, but...'' 
 
 `` You want me to re-examine the entire baseline?'' Inwardly, Tim's rage began to build. The entire baseline?! The guys on the third floor had assured him it was correct! To re-examine would take two weeks, to rerun the projection numbers if anything changed... his entire month just vanished in a haze of effort. And Tim just knew, just *knew*, that the numbers would come out the same. It was inevitable, and the fat bastard must know it too. 
 
 `` I know it'd be a lot of work,'' his tormentor continued, `` and if you think you need help, I can assign you someone to offload some of the effort...'' 
 
 `` No, it's fine.'' Assign help? Who was he kidding! They'd just get in the way, mess it up, just like the idiots on the third floor had! Tim's hands began shaking with pure fury... he'd promised himself fifteen years ago he'd see this human life through for twenty years. But some insults just were n't to be borne. His internal promise fought wildly against his rage, and a single drop of sweat beaded on his forehead. 
 
 `` You sure? Because the board has asked if we can get it done within a week. I told them two at the earliest, but that I'd have to check with you first...'' 
 
 `` TWO WEEKS?!'' Tim was out of his chair, towering over the overweight, balding, and fake-Santa-Claus white bearded jerk before him. `` That does it! NO MORE! You will waste my time no more! You will profit off my work no more!'' 
 
 Tim could feel his human shell expanding, and his wings - oh his lovely black wings bound for oh too long - stretching forth behind him. Flames crackled around his hands as he stared down at his boss, who's eyes had gone wide with obvious fear and terror. 
 
 `` TREMBLE BEFORE ME MORTAL! I WAS HE WHO LIT THE FIRES OF THE FIRST STARS! YOUR EFFORTS TO NITPICK MY WORK WITH YOUR SO-CALLED'CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS', USING MY OWN PERFECTIONS TO ADVANCE YOUR MUNDANE CAREER, AND ALL OF YOUR FALSE CHEER AND VENEER OF CIVILITY ARE DONE! BURN, MORTAL! AND LET MY HELL TAKE THE REST OF THIS ABOMINATION OF A TOWER WITH YOU!'' 
 
 The windows behind'Tim' had blown outward, the sky now darkened by clouds of thunder and hail. Lightning framed him as he hovered and gestured with his hands of fire to send fireballs blowing through his boss and out the doorway behind to course through the corridor as a tornado of hellfire. 
 
 `` NO MORE!'' With another jolt of lightning and crash of energy, all the windows of the building shattered, raining glass onto the street below. 
 
 And'Tim' was gone. 
 
 Back in his now burning office, his boss slowly stood up amidst the wreckage. His tie was still aflame at the tip, but the rest of him seemed oddly unharmed. 
 
 Stepping to the edge, he shook his head before muttering to himself, `` And here I thought you were making some real progress.'' 
 
 A glow of light appeared behind him, and a voice from within the glow spoke. `` I told you he would n't make it the full twenty years.'' 
 
 `` Dammit, Raphael, fine... you were right. Just clean up this mess, would you?'' 
 
 `` Sure thing, Pops!''
