Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commits acts they would otherwise find repulsive. 'The devil made me do it.' I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them.
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.
If a Devil is one who dares, when others hold back, then I am happy to play the Devil in this Mystery, boy.