We spoke once, the Devil and I. He found me at a crossroads in a far place. “Be not afraid,” he said, “We are but travelers on the same dark road.” He spoke not as thunder, but in the voice of a child, weeping scarlet tears from behind a porcelain mask. I knelt to listen, and he whispered to me the awful secrets of Almighty God’s twisted universe. I shall not repeat what I was told. For, one day, you will find yourself at a crossroads in a far place, and you will, perchance, meet the Devil as well.