black magic

Boss had gone on for an hour now feeding into his brain and may be his soul. Accusing him for being a half-wit,incompetent bastard only for coming 15 mins late . This was just the ignition to the mammoth amount of anger with which hanir was filled
The problem was much deeper .hanir had seen enough shit in this life already. He came from a backward village zang from easter India.There he had to struggle working and studying ,only so he can get out of there some day and make a decent living. He took torturous journeys and never gave up only to end over here,In a 9-6 job with a asshole of a boss .He was made fun of by fellow workers of being low caste.
hanir had decided now ,he was going to quit this job .but he will not leave without his revenge ,destroying the boss.The vision of his boss body being crushed by the underworld spirits,already filled him with a sense of evil laughter.

Sitting in his small cubicle ,he thought about his earlier attempts at black magic and how his father had called him a failure for not being evil enough. His life had been strange,and he always wanted it to be same as everyone else" a normal life".Not anymore .
Hanir knew the procedure well .That night he left for the bosses house at 3 am .He drew the images of four deamon lords on four corners of his bungalow,then he drew the image of deamon god in front of his gate.he then precisely placed the lemons ,eggs of lizard and snake skin as his gift. to the deamon god last thing was his blood.he cut his wrist and blood came pouring out, the pain had been drowned in the happiness of this act.Tommorow no more boss.He cleared up all evidence.

Next morning hanir was happiest in a long long time,looking at his bandaged wrist .He wrote his resignation letter.and left for the office.Today he found little traffic .He knew change had come in his life.He could see the chaos in office ,his happy co -workers ,or ex happy co-workers.
He walked to straight in his boss office ,and lo he was sitting across the table hale and hearty.