It wasn't a job, you-- It was a punishment. Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass what the souls of Hell are doing. Not my problem. Dad can step in and clean up His own bloody mess.

[Now Ronan was actually getting on his nerves. It was one thing for people to not believe he was who he was, but it was another for them to potentially believe and still belittle him or get it wrong. Cloven hooves and horns his finely toned ass.]