Jereth had stayed late at the office again. Work had been piling up nonstop, and he never seemed to get through all of it, but each night he tried to get through the stack of papers that lay on his desk. He would walk into the building, head upstairs and go to his office, cup of coffee in hand, and then take the first five minutes to finish his drink before getting to work. In the morning, there were always one or two folders, but somehow, despite how many he got through, the manila folders seemed to not dwindle, but increase like vermin. When everyone else left, he would glance at the pile, groan softly, and decide to stay a while to get the pile back to those one or two folders before finally giving up, and with a yawn, heading out of the office. It was a boring job he had. In fact, Jereth didn’t even know what he did exactly, when he really thought about it. It wasn’t that life was crazy—life was extraordinarily dull and extraordinarily ordinary.
He looked up at the sky, now purple as twilight set in, and then walked to his car—the only one left in the parking lot. Fumbling for his keys, he reached into his pocket, and unlocked his door, sitting down in the seat and closing the door behind him. Jereth didn’t put the key in the ignition yet. He just sat there, exhausted, yet a part of him terribly wide awake. Just as he finally sat up, and put the key in the ignition, about to turn it and start his car, there was a light tapping noise on the window…
The man blinked, whipping his head around, and seeing nothing but the parking lot, light slowly dimming into the black of night. Frowning, Jereth turned shook his head dismissively and turned the key. He pulled out of the lot and drove down the street.
He turned on the radio for some background noise to keep him awake as he drove down the divided highway. The office was pretty far away from his home. Staring out the windshield, he Jereth could see the residential city—the lights from the homes glistening like a small star field. As he stared forward unblinking, whatever that extremely awake part of him was, seemed to slip into slumber, and still driving, Jereth’s eyes closed. There was no commotion, no screaming breaks, but Jereth came to again when he heard a loud crash, and in his groggy, numb state, he casually observed that out of his window, the horizon was flipping, and from the ceiling, his coffee cup dripped. He clenched his teeth when the car hit the ground, the loud sound echoing through his very body, before he passed out again.
Everything was a blur of color, lights, pain, and voices. There was traffic, and passers by, and firemen, all with gaping mouths as they tried to pry Jereth from the wreck. Drifting in and out of consciousness, Jereth mused to himself, “My, I’ve never seen so much blood,” and a slumped grin appeared on his face.
Then he died xD
The end... because a happy version would take too long to type x3
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Dragonboy nursed his cup of coffee, trying to both savor the bitter aroma and drink it quickly before it got cold at the same time. Which isn't exactly an easy thing to do. Thusly preoccupied, the soul-sorter cast a quick glance at his monitor and the long list of names in glowing red on the black screen. There were a lot. 829, to be exact.
With a sigh, Dragonboy highlighted the long list and briefly contemplated actually doing his job. Which ones to Heaven and which to Hell? There would be a lot of consulting spreadsheets and adding up numbers...
"Screw it," he muttered to himself. The claw hovering above the "delete" key landed like a meteor on the face of the planet, obliterating the next 829 incoming souls. Dragonboy watched with a satisfied smirk as the bar above the last name filled and "Jereth" was sent spiraling to the recycle bin. So what if some innocent souls had been wrongly condemned? Big deal. He was a demon, not some goody-two shoes angel.
Standing and stretching, Dragonboy sauntered out of the room. Maybe he could convince Demenceau to make him that cursed moogle plushie so that Xidane would stop bugging him about it.
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Elsewhere in Hell, Jereth was suffering eternal torment.