Damnation

"Now Michael, you might not think much of my intellect, but I assure you that I did read your contract."

Michael's expression changes to partially amused, partially fearful.

"Eh, really?"

"Yes, even that disclaimer written in UV ink stating that after completing my task I would be legally required to surrender my powers to you."

"Oh shit... I mean, I... I didn't write that it was Cedric from accounting, that sly bastard!"

"Don't kid yourself. I can read your mind! I've reviewed your brain activity from birth through your school-bullying times, to your overachievements in law school. I know that these folders have been burning at your pockets for years, just waiting for me to show up and ask a mortal for guidance."

"Alright alright you got me. Lemme ask you this though: So what? You signed the contract, you're still obliged by it."

Eva transforms the entire room into a Hellish **** dungeon in an instant, shifting her own form into that of some sort of universe-devouring demon Goddess.

"I AM OBLIGED BY NOBODY TO ANYTHING! I RULE THE UNIVERSE - YOUR PITIFUL MORTAL LAWS DO NOT CONCERN ME! I OWN YOU."

In a moment of spite, Eva creates Hell just so she can damn Michael in there. Not exactly a fairly proportioned punishment, but really, what else to expect when angering a full-fledged Goddess?

END