The Devil deliberates on my question for a moment, tapping his black nailed fingers on the side of the table. For a short while he stares at nothing, a blank expression on his face, before he finally sighs, leaning back in his seat.
"It is true, I am feared for many reasons- and rightly so. I collect the souls of the dead and damned, I bring them down for judgement in my court, and harbour them in the afterlife. What terrifies mortals the most is that I send the worst of them to the flaming fields of punishment to suffer for eternity- I dispense a sort of justice, you see," he says, trailing spirals on the table with his fingers, humming under his breath.
