Character: Lucifer. Page 1

Well... no, maybe for now just sit and drink this is a wonderful whiskey.
Sorry, Joel, but I'd rather drink your cognac.
- Bug-same.
And whiskey tastes like fuel oil.

- La Persona Superiore a Dio. The one who is above God.
- The force with which you can save the world, which starts in the legends.

You? You are my rebellious son? Come here.
You're not my father. Fathers do not expect that when you turn 11, to come and chastise you.
What?
- If I'm in trouble with my father, it is not with you. It will be the dad who was there. You're not my father.

The inhabitants of Assia ignorant and spoiled, when we exiled, suffering from thirst in Hell! Such a world is irrational and unjust.

Bye-bye, this lull.

You... need both hands to carry gun Kamahele.

About me get the wrong opinion. You call me Satan, the devil, but ... what's my fault, you know? My love for God was too great. And he me betrayed and punished. As well as punishing you.

Do you know why God cast me down? I loved it. More than anything else. And then God created... you. Little bald-headed monkeys. Then he ordered us to worship you and love you more than Him. And I said, "Dad... I can't." I said, "These people are vicious, bloodthirsty!" And for that... God told Michael to cast me into Hell. Now tell me... does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right? Look what six billion of you have done to the planet. And as many of you blaming me for this?

- What do you mean?
- I was the son. And brother as you are. Younger brother. I was very fond of his older brother, practically worshipped. And somehow I came to him and begged him to get on my side. And Michael turned on me, called a freak, monster, and hell monster to me. And just because I was different, I lived with his mind.

Just to make it to the sunrise just to make it before sunrise, if only to catch...

How cruel... How could you... do that?! I just... Want to create a world full of quiet light! Fair world... Where everyone is equal! The haves do not understand the poor. But I understand! I want to be a ray of light for the weak! It's... Such a modest hope! So why? Hu-hum... Please... Shemyaza! I need the body! A body that works! Give me hope!

Maggie saw the eyes of his killer. Burning, red eyes.
- So what? Think, killed the girl! Also my problem!

Weak reject everything around him to protect himself. And this is quite natural.

I'm not just strong now. I have the power!