Rastus slowed his pace the closer he came to the boardroom. Word had gotten back to his boss that his performance wasn't exactly up to par, so he'd been called in to "discuss" the matter. His mind raced, trying to decide on the best excuse for failing at his job. Reaching the gigantic oak doors, he knocked gently, hoping to not be heard. Unfortunately, the doors swung open of their own accord, so he made his way to the massive table in the center of the room.

    "Sit, Rastus," Lucius, his boss, ordered him. Rastus obeyed and took the seat Lucius indicated with the nod of his golden comb over. He knew better than to speak before asked, so he waited. He kept his head down, but he could feel Lucius's beady eyes boring through him. "Would you like to explain why you're doing the opposite of what you're supposed to?"

    "Sir... To be honest..." At that moment he realized just how unexplainable the situation was. He shrugged. "I don't know. I've possessed people with the best of intentions, to wreak havoc upon their lives, but for some reason everything I make them do only ends up bettering their lives."

    Lucius glared at Rastus, pursing his lips even more so than they were naturally. "Are you trying to tell me you have no idea how, instead of ruining lives, you're helping people?" He raised a bushy, blonde eyebrow. "That doesn't make you a very good demon, now does it?"

    "No, sir, but I can do better..." Rastus was stopped short by Lucias holding up his hand.

    "Come on, let's face facts. The man you possessed last week and made wander into a casino and spend his entire paycheck? You forgot to make him lose. He had one of the luckiest streaks that casino had ever seen and now he's a millionaire!" Lucius shook his head and clucked his tongue. "It's just pathetic."

    "Please, I can fix this," Rastus begged.

    Lucius shook his head and pointed a finger at Rastus. "Rastus, you're fired."

    Before Rastus could protest, two of Lucius's hench-demons hauled him up from the chair and hustled him out the door. He struggled, begging them to let him go, but it was no use. He stopped resisting and resigned himself to his fate. He sucked as a demon, so now he'd have to try his hand at the opposite end of the spectrum. He gave it one last shot as they stood before a glowing, blue portal. "Come on, guys. Isn't there anything else I can do down here?"

    The one on his left chuckled. "Boss's orders, Rastus. You know what that means."

    "Okay, let's get this over with." Rastus nodded and the demon shoved him through the portal, sending him off. As he was pulled through on his way to Heaven, he hoped to be a much better angel than he had been a demon.