Abigail the Righteous, 18

Your office is almost the exact same as Mastema's, except there are no decorations on the wall beside a poster of a cat holding onto a tree branch with the words 'hang in there baby!' printed on the bottom. You take a seat at your desk and Ezekiel flutters over, sitting on the chair opposite you.

"I should run you through a few things, they don't work exactly like Heaven here.." he trails off, "see, I was a human like you too but.. " he seems sad for a moment, "Mastema said he wanted fast results from me too anddddd they aren't exactly as easy as they were as an Angel."

"What do you mean?" you ask, placing Abigail's folder on your desk and getting comfortable. The little imp stares up at you as if thinking of how to word things.

"Well you don't exactly influence the same way, you just sort of.. nudge people in the direction you want them to go. People are more likely to listen to the good guy on their shoulder instead of the little demon, y'know?" Ezekiel finishes, playing with one of his fangs. "It all depends on how powerful you are, when you're just starting out it can be a real pain in the ass to get anywhere.. Someone like Mastema though, man, that guy can do whatever he wants."

"Yeah, he did seem.. hypnotic?" you say, the imp nods in response.

"He is. He turned me into this imp for not doing as he asked.. anyway, I felt to stop the same from happening to you I could give you a few tips." he says, saying it as if he's asking a question.

"Sure I'd love some pointers."

"Well first of all you've got this.. corruption. When you're watching your human them and anyone around them will naturally become a little bit corrupted, depending on how powerful you are." he says, trailing off as he thinks about what to say next, "then you have your influences and access to the subconscious just like in Heaven except there's the fucking Guardian Angel watching as well, and they have all the power." he sighs, anger clear in his voice.

"Though, you have more control over their dreams, they can influence the dreams but you can actually decide what they are! It's why humans have more nightmares than nice dreams." Ezekiel finishes up, seeming pleased with his explanations.

"Anyway, I'd better go, you've got like 5 hours to make Mastema happy or else you'll be transformed just like me.. Good luck!" he says before buzzing off, flying out of your room and leaving you to your job.

You turn to your computer screen and see Abigail's watching television. You get a good look at her and find her bio matches her perfectly, her hair and eyes are Angelic and pure, her body is young, making her seem more innocent than she should be. Her chest is almost completely flat, and despite being sat down you can imagine her ass is practically the same. She's wearing a light pink vest-top and skirt which falls to just above her knees, despite her skirt being plenty in length she still keeps her hands placed on it, holding the front of it down. She's watching some crappy show on TV and just as you're thinking about doing anything to influence her you see typing in the influence box. Is that a Guardian Angel?

I should do something more productive

What the fuck is this shit. You stare at it in disbelief, and feel hopeless as Abigail suddenly stands up and walks up to her bedroom, where she begins working on her homework. You click on the influence box to begin typing in it but as soon as you start typing something it's immediately deleted. You try over and over to type out the simplest of task for Abigail to do but never manage to get even a word down before it vanishes. You punch your desk in frustration and glare at the box. How are you supposed to get anything done with this asshole deleting anything you try to say? When suddenly you remember what Ezekiel said about dreams, maybe you can control her thoughts as well.

Where's Paige..

The thought appears instantly and you smile to yourself, sitting back as Abigail begins wondering about her cousin.

She's supposed to be here already since her parents are in town..

You're going to have to have your A-Game ready for when Paige is there so you can have results for Mastema. Suddenly the Angel begins typing something else in the Influence box.

I know what you're trying to do, Demon, and it won't work! This girl is pure and your control is nothing compared to the heavenly powers of God Almighty!

You yawn in response, this Angel seems full of himself. You wonder if this is the big man Gabriel himself when you suddenly realise something. You quickly press enter, sending the influence to {Abigail} and causing her to freeze. She seems confused as she drops her pen and suddenly, as you begin typing in the influence box you find that your messages are no longer being deleted. A devilish smile meets your lips, the Angel must have lost it's influence because of how ridiculous that must have seemed to {Abigail}. She'll probably be assigned a new G.A. but by then you're hoping you'll have pleased Mafesta, and maybe have increased your power in the process.

You watch and wait as Abigail continues to do her homework and get a pang of excitement as the doorbell rings. Abigail quickly stands up and looks at the clock, it's 7:13pm. She runs downstairs and opens the door, standing in it is a girl roughly Abigail's age, she's quite a bit taller than Abigail, but you realise now that isn't because Paige is tall but because Abigail is actually very short. She must be about 5 foot tall, making Paige roughly 5'6. Abigail looks even more petite next to her cousin, who easily must have C-Cups, Paige is dressed less modestly in a tight black dress and leather jacket to match, she's also wearing 2 inch heels making her even taller. Her face is pleasant, her lips turned into a half smile as she looks down at her cousin.

Paige suddenly reaches out, wrapping her arms around Abigail and pulling her into a tight hug. You notice one of her hands slip down and places itself casually on Abigail's ass, giving it a light squeeze as she hugs her tighter. Abigail doesn't seem to notice.

"Hey cuz! How've you been?" Paige asks as she pulls away from Abigail, walking into the house and guiding Abby in with her, keeping her hand on her ass briefly.

"I've been great! I was just doing some homework while I waited for you to come over. Are you still staying the night?" Abigail asks inquisitively.

"Of course, while our parents are out getting hammered." Paige laughs to herself, "do you know when they'll be home?"

"Hmm, nuh-uh.." Abigail replies, "Dad said they might be back really late."

"You know how they get, but good!" Paige exclaims, suddenly pulling her backpack around herself and rummaging around inside of it, she suddenly pulls out a bottle of whiskey, "I brought us a treat!"

Abigail stares wide-eyed at the bottle as if she had never seen anything so sinful.

"Oh- I really shouldn~" she begins to say, when you quickly type in the influence box.

What's the worst that could happen? I should live a little

Abigail pauses, before grimacing slightly, "I guess it wouldn't be so bad.. It could be fun right?"

"Hell yeah Abigail!" Paige grabs Abigail's hand suddenly, leading her towards the stairs, "we should play a game!"