Character: Lucifer

You people have a slavish mentality... You are given such a small amount of time, and you spend it thinking about the desires of others, in fear of losing their favor.

Wait and may your patience be rewarded.

- And how was he supposed to do it? Should he condemn people who you think are doing bad things and harming others? Should he choose those responsible for human troubles and punish them for you? He gave you a mind to think and hands to act. You are responsible for your destinies, as we are for ours. Or do you think he's fighting for me? No, I have to do it myself. Ten adults should stand up to protect every child who dies of hunger. But you don't. You are not protecting your children, or your water, or your trees or animals. You haven't lifted a finger, but you want him to save you? And that would be the proof you need in order to believe in him? You know? He doesn't care if you believe in him or not. He doesn't need your prayers. He does not have to prove anything to you, because your and our existence is already sufficient proof of his presence.

- Same stuff.

Rock is not a reason, it is an excuse to worship, to adore. People have always wanted to put someone or something above themselves. I must admit, God is not relevant now. They need Kim Kardashian or some Justin Bieber.

Just remember: if I am against everyone, it does not mean that I am against you. I'm not against you. I never will. Remember?

- Why are you angry? Worried?
He was ready to break into a scream, but stopped himself. And looking into my eyes he said:
- Yes.
Lucifer seemed to see courage rather than weakness for the first time in his confession. He seemed to realize that cowardice was to dismiss feelings rather than acknowledge them. And he repeated:
- Yes, I'm worried.
Lucifer paused: he was thinking about something. And then there was his voice, sincere, serious, filled with light sadness:
- No matter how thorny the path is and where it would seem at first glance... I won't hurt you. I promise.

I thank Shepf for the fact that you love some children less than others ... For giving some power more than others ... I thank Shepf for not interfering in the lives of your children, even when they need your help, when they do not cope and do stupid things! ..

- Who are you angels if not cowards and egoists?
- Who are you demons, if not the Shavkas, who were controlled and so easy to scare?

You bring everyone more trouble than I do, but for some reason I am in prison.

- Well, I rode to Hell and back for you twice.

- Why shouldn't I do what I want?
He came very close.
- Why can't I enjoy life as I please?

- Than you like this place?
Really? Of all the possible questions you are asking me this?
- I think it is more from the tell you.
Lucifer turned away again, looking off into the distance.
- Here I feel their insignificance, seem to be a little louse in comparison with these huge mountains, this emptiness. And all this without magic - is such a magnificent and silent about his greatness. And compared to the hell it's so cold... so terribly cold... This place is the complete opposite of me. He turned to me. - That's why I like it here.

- Beautiful, whispers the Devil, is deadly beautiful. You have no idea how unfair the world for which you fight. Humanity have not people and monsters, because I regret it. People enjoy, they don't care about your anguish, my dear. You can every day to rescue them and their souls, but they don't say thank you. They do not know. On earth demons live. Not in hell.