No one ever told me that being a demon would be hard. Yeah, demons don't exactly have parents who bring them up, but the least Satan could have done was give us job credentials and what that entailed. Instead, we were told to go corrupt souls for Hell. “Woopty doo! Everyone loves a good demon possession.” What does that even mean? Not like we can really ask that though. We are just expected to know. I will admit, it is usually easy. You go into the body then do evil things. A few decades later I end up seeing the suckers in Hell. It’s like a piece of cake.

           Except the other day. I’m  in a grocery store, trying to ruin this man's life via possession, and everyone just circled around with their cell phones.

           Seriously, being a demon was so much easier one hundred years ago.

           Anyway,  the man I possessed started shaking as usual. He even foamed some strange green liquid from his mouth as he flopped about. I thought I was doing a good job. Until a kid shouted all excited claiming that the man appeared to be break dancing. In this day and age I suppose that’s a must record. Now me and him are the next greatest internet sensation and they want to give him his own tv show all about breakdancing. It was a demon possession people! Not a street entertainment show! But get this, that man wouldn’t be able to even move like that if it wasn’t for me. So, I’m going to keep my possession of him and take all his glory. Then when the fade fizzles i’ll leave him all the money. Not like I can use it in Hell. And maybe I’ll act bad enough to corrupt his soul. All hail Satan! Muahahaha!