All I get asked is, "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" My standard answer? "Nah, it was pretty fun, skydiving all the way down. Not a single problem." I mean, alright, I was a troublemaker, but I was the most trusted, too. No need to push a guy off a cloudy ledge when he refuses to love something more than he loves you. Sheesh. Talk about anger issues. I didn't have horns. I didn't have a pointy tale. And I most definitely didn't have red skin, last time I checked. And this hell managing gig isn't easy, either. But I am The Devil. Satan. Darkness. I am a fallen angel. Beautiful and Terrible. I am Lucifer.