Mischief maker

Author's Note Update - Jan 24 2022:

_When I started this story seven years ago I had no idea I'd still be adding chapters to it now, and as such it has become rather huge and sprawling chapters in every direction. Of course, this means that the likelihood of me ever actually getting to a point where I consider the story 'finished' is now pretty much zero. _As such I have now made this story public and would like to actively encourage people to add more if they so wish.

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Being a demon is actually a pretty boring life, paper work still has to be done, food has to be cooked, money has to be earned and all the boring day to day activities follow forward into the hellfire dimensions too. Of cause, as such when you're finally allowed a week off, and get to play with your infinite powers on the Earthly plain of existence almost anything goes, so long as it's fun and mischievous. In fact, there is only one rule. Don't get caught.

Those three words were the last you heard before finding yourself teleported to a small US town at 8am on a Monday morning, with a week to kill. The big question is with the whole world as your oyster, where do you start?