When I first came into being I didn’t understand my purpose. My power was strange and terrible, I felt so much guilt and shame.

My father called me the one true mirror, it wasn’t until I reached out into the world that I understood what he meant. You see when I am approached by those with ill intent, all they see in me is their own guilt, shame and regrets.

It was difficult to come to terms with these powers. Especially in todays world, where ill intent is such a blurred line. I was lucky enough to find someone who felt as much an outcast as myself, immediately we clicked. Her nature meant fear, dread and death however her heart and morals were as clear and calming as the finest spring day.

That was a Millenia passed and still we live together as if it were the first few months. When humanity became more than angry apes they projected their insecurities and hatred onto her, while I remained silently protecting her in my own way.

Tonight was just another night, another angry misguided man, another loud crash, another door to replace. Luckily my roommate was out visiting her family. I didn’t rush to meet him, I patiently sat reading my study of humankind.

And then, I saw the whites of his eyes as he turned towards me, seeing my figure tucked away neatly in the corner. I simple met his gaze, gracious, quiet, I knew I needn’t rush what was coming.

He blinked, I stood, he grimaced, I took a step, he screamed, I shushed, and then it was there. That single terrified tear, for me it was a moment, for him an eternity. Every “monsterous” child he’d slain, countless families he’d torn apart, presented to him in gut wrenching, horrific detail, every torture he had inflicted returned on him.

Quietly I touched the nape of his neck and he collapsed, a foaming crying pile of brain dead mush. I no longer feel guilt, nor shame, only pity. This species destroyed whatever didn’t fit their ideal world. There is so much to offer, so much to learn.

But there wasn’t time to wallow in that. I needed to clean up the mess. She needn’t know the hatred that was so undeserved, and I had another case to add to my study.

I am the Lord of Mild Inconvenience, but you may call me Lokì. I live with a Manticore, and she's awesome; but do you know what isn't awesome?

Having my sleep interrupted every night by rabid monster hunters, hunting the heart of a Manticore for whatever cockamamie spell or hokum potion some degenerate with a lick of magical power wants to make.

Again, Lord of Mild Inconvenience, and the Patron Saint of Karens. But that also affects me, too.

I woke up all at once and looked at the clock - its display showed 3:03 am, and I groaned. The tinkling of glass in the apartment next door alerted me. Again. So I stood up, completely naked with my Dingle dangling, and grabbed my slightly saint-like robe with a perfectly placed hole, alongside my keys (that had conveniently fallen down the back of my bedside cabinet).

I flipped my flops on to my feet, and opened the door, going to the apartment next door. The display on the outside said 420, and I knocked on the door. Calling out, I said, "Hello?"

I grinned as a muffled thump, followed by a series of deeper thumps came through the door. How unfortunate, that the assailant's shoelace had managed to come undone and fall under his falling foot. Then, he had stood up, only to find that the floorboard, which had up until now been completely secure, had lost nails, leading to it tipping him up and into the oak coffee table Mani had in her apartment.

I knocked on the door again, calling out, to hear a muffled curse and then a much more feminine, "What the hell," followed by a crunching sound and muffled screams.

A couple of minutes later, after hearing Mani rummaging around, she appeared, her tail-stinger wagging happily. She had managed to pick up a mismatched set in spite of her obsessive orderliness; romantic rose pyjama pants combined with a Minnie Mouse top that curved beautifully along her body.

I whistled in appreciation, and she swatted at me, although there was no anger in it. "Thanks again!" She smiled, and her venomous fangs displayed themselves, a sign of her tension. She snuggled into me, and I hugged her back, gently ruffling her bed head of amber-blonde back into shape.

She sighed, and then froze. She looked at me and then glared down.

"Well, that's certainly inconvenient," I said, as I looked down too.

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