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Wait. It's not urgent. Eh, can't be bothered. Put it off.

Those are my bywords, my terms of office; the words drift about me like a cape. Eyes always half-shut, always reclining - that is me.

Ever have I been underestimated - the great lords of Heaven and Hell never seem to think me a threat, small as I often am. I fit on a person's shoulder like a shoulder angel or demon when I materialize - in my normal form, beyond the human realm, I am still shorter than most.

Yet I am still powerful. I am subtle, I am immensely cunning, and I hide my true power. The fools! Heaven is losing people's faith in this new age - Hell suffers the same fate. Shoulder angels are out of work, demons can no longer be detected. So few believe any more...and yet my power is undiminished, my power is greater than many of theirs, they who grow lesser by the day! My power, creeping into people's minds, infects many, believing or no.

I could take over the world, if I desire..!

And here, of course, is the paradox. My very office is against it. Especially when I could do it tomorrow. Or the day after. I mean, what's the rush..?

I am the Demon of Procrastination. Expect to see me soon, students and writers alike.