He floats in the air, being pulled by air currents for a minute, and then breaking free to go upwind. He swoops and glides, brushing shoulders with the pigeons in his descent. The birds which had been looking surprisingly determined for flying rats immediately stopped and dropped to the ground to peck at the empty concrete and get stepped on by pedestrians, or hit by cars. He laughs as he watches one get chased by a toddler, out of all the animals that he had met in the years he had lived, pigeons and dodo birds had been the only ones to not figure out to stay clear of him. And everyone knows what happened to the dodo bird. The other animals had figured out a long time ago that knocking into him would cause them to lose their will to move, and work. They would start simply staring off into space and sleeping. But pigeons aren't that smart.
Today he felt like doing something more interesting than distracting the birds. He swooped into a building, through the ventilation duct, into a sink drain, down a vertical pipe, out a faucet, and through an improperly closed door, into a classroom. The fiend of Boredom smiled benevolently at one of his favorite subjects, an Algebra teacher. This would be easy, because the smaller curse fiend that lived in the professor had already started the job. He simply nudged a few more students along the right path, and sat back to watch the chaos that he had started. A few of the kids fell asleep, and a couple more stared at the chalkboard as if they could read it with half closed eyes. The rest started conversations with their neighbors, through notes, whispers, or blatant shouting. The teacher, startled out of his lecture, attempted to bring order, but Boredom knew how useless the attempt was. He left for his next victim.
After ridding the school of a single attentive student, he moved on to bigger game. Now he flew into a nearby office building, full of people who were very easily bored. Boredom entered the room, and looked around. And then he saw an interesting thing. Someone was incredibly bored, and he knew it wasn't his fault this time. Often people are bored by a source other than him, a particularly tedious teacher who had a small fiend possessing him or her for example. But even people who had curses living inside of them never caused this stage of dullness. The woman had gotten to the "Anything is better than what I should be doing including counting the wrinkles in my hands" level. This is a very advanced stage, and the fact that she got there with out his help astounded him. He fell instantly in love. But there wasn't much he could do about it. He was a fiend after all, and she was a human. It was not only improbable, it was physically impossible.
But that didn't stop him. He stared at her for the rest of the day, watching her get distracted from her task by one tiny thing after another. The rest of the world marveled at everyone's productivity, because they had no Boredom to distract them. Eventually the impact was felt by War.