They say the Devil’s best con was the one where he convinced you he didn’t exist. Close, but no cigar. See, the long con was getting you all to believe in all that fire and brimstone garbage. Bat-wings and horns and goat-hooves. No, you won’t find any of that nonsense marking up King Lucy or any of us, his loyal servants.
You really wonder how you got yourself into this mess? Just looking for the shine, and not paying any damned attention to what the face beneath it was telling you to do. Get it?
Fallen angels still have halos.