The man followed you around, repeating smugly how he was assigned to be your ‘personal demon’ each time you told him to leave.

He was so irritating.

It was like living through the metaphor of having an angel and a demon on your shoulders, but instead solely being stuck with the demon. He built up so much anger inside you that he may as well have influenced your choices and actions.

“Oops.”

He gasped mockingly, purposely knocking over the glass of water beside you for the tenth time.