*Iblîs* A Boring Day At Work Prevented

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Gwen Cooper muttered a little grumpily under her breath as Jack left her in charge of the hub, while he and the others went off to stop an alien invasion. They'd probably catch a drink at a pub afterwards, she thought bitterly, as she sat at her computer.

She checked her emails and texts every five seconds, hoping for a call for her to come in, but noo. Of course they didn't need any bloody help. They were the best at defeating aliens. Gwen was too, but still.

Gwen got up, turning off her computer and pocketing her phone. She grabbed her jacket and headed out of the hub, making sure to lock up before she went. She was going to go for a walk, after all, there didn't seem to be any disturbances.

Gwen, however, changed her mind about that as she left the hub and heard...screams, was that? A frown played on her features as she wondered if that was what Jack and the others were seeing to. Curiosity getting the better of her, Gwen ran in the direction of the screams.

As Gwen got closer to the screams, her phone began to ring, but she didn't bother to stop running to answer. She fished it out of her pocket, and glanced at the caller. Tosh calling. Accept call? Still running, Gwen dismissed the call and pocketed her phone again.

She rounded the corner to where the screams were, and tried to see what all the commotion was about. She grabbed someone's arm who was passing. "What's going on?" she asked them, but...

The person just looked at her, obviously very, very scared and yanked their arm away, continuing to run. Gwen ran forward, trying to see what was going on.

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He didn’t need to be there. Wales was such a tiny and insignificant speck on the face of the planet. Iblîs knew of the rift – he’d been there when it was created, and he had watched the world build and rise from the Jinn dimension. But he was bored, and when he was bored, the Head of the Council would go to the human’s world. Of course, it didn’t just belong to the humans anymore. He found too often now that they were being invaded and infiltrated. Not that he minded – he would love to see the Earth crumble and take all the humans with it. It belonged to the Jinn.

Iblîs stared down at the city below him. There were sounds of screaming and car alarms. It didn’t matter to the Ifrit as he perched on the ledge of a tall building. The alarms grew in volume, and police cars and ambulances entered the scene. It was a talent of Iblîs’ – possession, that was. Normally it was only the Shayteen who were involved in cases of ‘demonic possession’, but Ifrits were more than capable of such a task… if disinterested. The Vetales were adept at taking over a human body as well, but the body had to be dead. And that just wasn’t as much fun.

All he had to do was put a bit of his energy in the humans’ ears. The wicked energy sat in their heads for a few days, marinating slowly into madness. It was his favorite part – and though Iblîs could speed up the process, he liked to watch the humans losing their minds. It was part of the game for him. Anyway, once the humans were under his control, he guided them to where the Weevils were hidden, down in the depths of the sewers.

The Weevils were all too easy to manipulate. They had cowered from Iblîs himself and they were wary of the humans that the Head had possessed, but nonetheless, they had poured from the sewers on Iblîs’ command. Iblîs withdrew his energy from the humans, and the Weevils promptly turned and attacked them as well. The carnage ensued, with the Weevils flying into even more of a violent attack than normal.

Iblîs tilted his head with a sigh, growing bored again. He jumped down from the building, splitting apart with a burst of green energy before reassembling at the bottom of the building. A Weevil backed off immediately, holding its head and whining.

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Gwen heard a Weevil whining and instantly ran towards that. Weevils were rather...fearless, if you will, in Gwen's opinion. She rounded a corner and she saw one, clutching it's head.

There was a little boy there, though something about him told Gwen he wasn't human. Her eyes looked him up and down. She could hear something coming up behind her as she watched him.

Waiting until the last minute when the Weevil thought it had her cornered, Gwen was turning around in a flash, her gun pulled from her pocket, and she shot it squarely in the head. The Weevil fell to the ground, whether wounded or dead, Gwen wasn't sure.

Keeping a firm grip on her gun, Gwen turned back to the little boy. "Who are you? What have you done?" she asked, her tone calm and collected. Gwen was used to this kind of confrontation.

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The Head of the Council stared at the woman blankly. She was a simple human – Welsh, by the smell of her – and none of his concern. The Weevil that was clutching its head fell to the ground, and the Head of the Council’s lips turned up into a smirk as it began to convulse on the ground. He stepped over the seizing Weevil daintily, not bothering with the woman or the approaching Weevil.

He raised an eyebrow as the woman shot the Weevil through the forehead. He shook his head, tutting under his breath. Such violence, he told her, the whisper curling in the Welsh woman’s mind. He turned to her as she moved to face him. He rolled his eyes and grinned when he saw the gun pointed in his direction. Not a direct threat, Iblîs noticed, the pathetic human tool was most likely just a ‘security blanket’ of sorts.

“Who are you? What have you done?”[/b][/color] she demanded.

The Head of the Council took a step towards her, tilting his head innocently. The Weevil on the ground was still convulsing. He sighed and decided to end the Weevil’s life, his already unsettling pale blue eyes paling. The Weevil screeched, a dark red bulb ripping from its mouth. Once gone, the Weevil was still. He put the bulb in his mouth and swallowed.

“Humans have many names for me, Gwen,” the Head of the Council said innocently, putting his hands behind his back and smiling up at her charmingly. “These creatures are so easily manipulated. You put one bad thought in their head, just a whisper of a threat, and they go on a murdering spree.” He took another step and stared up at her.[/size]