"I'm not really your fire and brimstone kind of Devil. It's a little cliche, isn't it?"

He puts his hands back into his pockets, barely looking at the butterflies. She was much more interesting, even if he only had her words to go on.

"This place draws people from different worlds. There's a Lucifer whose daughter is in a rock band, a Lucifer who runs some sort of nightclub, and there's me."