Upon the banishment of my temples and their practices, I've walked this world as a mortal, watching as it grew in population and forgot the power of the ancient ways. I saw others similar to me all but die off. Their numbers are so few, I don't dare think of it. Vampires, werewolves, other demons, they either gave up or were killed off by mortals. Those of us that have survived have done so by pretending to be the very thing that kills us. This is worse than damnation.
My life is currently spent working in a cubical of the largest investment banking service that there is. Answering calls, pretending to give a damn about the complaints of some ignorant man who notices that his stocks' worth has dropped a whole penny. Most of my time is spent wishing for years gone by. Without the worship and sacrifices of my followers, I am almost powerless. Hell forbid that I give up on that dream of one day regaining what is rightfully mine. If that were to happen, I would be summoned back to Hell and forced to do what other demons do with their time: drolly looking for a way to escape. That will not be me.
What I need is a deal. A very good deal. At least I still have that power: the ability to strike a deal.  Should a human wish, I can give them whatever they wish if in return they give me their soul. I've yet to successfully do so, but I have the feeling that it won't take very long. In a place like the one I now work, everyone would trade anything to get out. If I had a soul to give away, I'd probably do the same thing, but I have to be here. Even demigods have to make a living these days. How sad it is, my eternity. But things will change soon, I'm sure. I can sense it.
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YoursTruly wrote:

Upon the banishment of my temples and their practices, I've walked this world as a mortal, watching as it grew in population and forgot the power of the ancient ways. I saw others similar to me all but die off. Their numbers are so few, I don't dare think of it. Vampires, werewolves, other demons, they either gave up or were killed off by mortals. Those of us that have survived have done so by pretending to be the very thing that kills us. This is worse than damnation.
My life is currently spent working in a cubical of the largest investment banking service that there is. Answering calls, pretending to give a damn about the complaints of some ignorant man who notices that his stocks' worth has dropped a whole penny. Most of my time is spent wishing for years gone by. Without the worship and sacrifices of my followers, I am almost powerless. Hell forbid that I give up on that dream of one day regaining what is rightfully mine. If that were to happen, I would be summoned back to Hell and forced to do what other demons do with their time: drolly looking for a way to escape. That will not be me.
What I need is a deal. A very good deal. At least I still have that power: the ability to strike a deal.  Should a human wish, I can give them whatever they wish if in return they give me their soul. I've yet to successfully do so, but I have the feeling that it won't take very long. In a place like the one I now work, everyone would trade anything to get out. If I had a soul to give away, I'd probably do the same thing, but I have to be here. Even demigods have to make a living these days. How sad it is, my eternity. But things will change soon, I'm sure. I can sense it.
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Comments and criticism is more than welcome all! Thanks.

What a fascinating premise! I would like to see this developed and I think its a great pitch for a tv series actually. Keep it coming!