Prologue for 'Death by Avarice'

Humans are such anemic, barbarous and artless creatures.  Like an army of mindless ants, they carry out the routines they call 'lives,' unknown to what is actual reality. I am disgusted that such beings' characteristics are based off that of my own race.  He created these them as the ultimate insult toward my kind.  I will see to it He falls like the legions of Archangels that fell unto my home.1

Surveying the 'In-between,' as I like to call it, I examined the mortals as they crawled on the Earth's surface, like underlings on their bellies in the City of Dis*.  Despite my crude hatred toward these simple creatures, one of the natures they possess attracts me to them; that mannerism is Avarice.  Effortlessly, I plucked an asphodel* from the sooty onyx dust that lay before me, and calmly twirled it between my slender fingers. 2

Struggling not to yawn due to the lack of excitement, I turned my attention toward different areas of the In-between.  Then I sensed that familiar heat of a Homo sapien's greed seethe an abnormal amount from a mass of land.  Bewildered, I closed in on that heat; it came from what the humans called 'North America.' Becoming insatiably curious, I searched for the source of this powerful aura.  In only a few moments, I found who was yielding it; a young male Homo sapien in what was named 'Manhattan, New York.'3

I leaned in closer to my crystal orb that was whispering the disoriented images of this man and his surroundings to me.  Once it was completely focused, I slumped back into the chair of weeping souls I was sitting in, twirling the asphodel I had in my hand like mad.  He was, by human standards, quite attractive: he boasted deep, cloudy gray eyes, sickly pale and smooth skin, thick locks of dark brown hair that gracefully rested on his shoulders, and an askew smile that echoed mischievous thoughts behind his pseudo-friendly demeanor. 4

I am immediately interested in this human, his life, and what he does.  Demanding background information from my orb, it told me his occupation: a highly coveted financial businessman.  I smirked to myself, vastly pleased.  He truly is a human controlled by Avarice.5

Controlled by me.6

Even greater pleasure swept over my spirit knowing his method of getting what he desired was to cheat his rivals and, at times, his own partners.  Not needing to know anymore about my target, I directed my orb to mainly focus on his face.  He seemed to be struggling with his utterly fake smile, trying to please the people he was preoccupied with.  I could tell he was immensely frustrated with them.  7

I watched him, his movements imprinted into my mind.  His meeting with those humans lasted two hours, then he bid farewell to those other humans and glided into a transportation device called a 'Porsche Carrera GT,*' and drove down a dark street to an apartment.8

I made up my mind. I was going to interfere with this avaricious human's life, and enjoy what mayhem and chaos that may come out of it.  I paid no attention to the 'rules' my other six fellow demons abide by.  I am unique; I need no regulations or laws to hold me back from my full potential.  I scarcely took notice of the asphodel I was holding. It was slowly wilting and blackening as I became intertwined in my own apocalyptic thoughts.9