I stood on the rooftop, gazing out at the city below. My name was John, and I was a superhero. But unlike most superheroes, my power was a little bit different. You see, I had the ability to prevent collateral damage.

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Preventing collateral damage? That doesn't sound very impressive." But trust me, it's a lot more useful than you might think.

You see, all the other superheroes loved to go all out in their battles, not worrying about the destruction they might cause in the process. And let me tell you, they caused a lot of destruction. I mean, have you seen the size of the craters that some of these guys leave behind? It's ridiculous.

That's where I came in. Whenever one of my fellow heroes was causing too much destruction, I would jump into action. My power would kick in, and I would be able to deflect any debris or damage that was headed towards innocent bystanders. It wasn't the most flashy power, but it was important work.

Unfortunately, the public didn't seem to understand my value. They saw me as a useless hero, someone who didn't do much in the grand scheme of things. But that didn't bother me too much. I mean, sure, it was a little frustrating when people would ask me what my power was and then give me a look of disappointment when I told them. But I knew that my fellow heroes appreciated my help, and that was all that mattered.

So I continued to stand on the rooftop, watching over the city and making sure that everyone was safe. It might not have been the most glamorous job, but it was a job that needed to be done. And as long as there were heroes out there causing chaos, I knew that I would always be needed.

Oh, and one more thing. If you ever see me on the street, please don't ask me to demonstrate my power. I promise you, it's not nearly as impressive as it sounds.

I was a warlock, and I had formed a pact with a powerful demon. The times that I summoned them were the only solace they received from the long and brutal war that raged within their home dimension. At least, that's what I told myself as I stood in the grocery store, trying to summon the demon to help me carry my groceries home.

"Come on, demon," I muttered under my breath as I tried to focus my energy. "I know you're tired of being stuck in that dimension, so come on out and give me a hand."

But as I stood there, surrounded by confused shoppers, the demon failed to appear. I sighed, hefting my heavy bags of groceries and trudging out of the store.

As I made my way home, I couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous. Here I was, a powerful warlock, and I couldn't even summon a demon to carry my groceries.

But as I stumbled up the steps to my apartment, my door suddenly burst open.

"What took you so long?" the demon demanded, standing in my doorway with a grocery bag in each hand. "I've been waiting for you for hours."

I stared at the demon in disbelief. "You were supposed to help me carry my groceries!" I exclaimed.

The demon shrugged. "I figured you were just summoning me for fun. You know, to give me a break from the war and all."

I couldn't help but laugh as I followed the demon inside. Maybe summoning them for mundane tasks wasn't exactly what I had signed up for when I made the pact, but it was nice to have a little help every now and then. And who knows, maybe the demon was enjoying the break from the war a little more than they let on.