[He would have understood in either language. The Devil did know them all, after all.]

If you think the literal Devil needs inspiration from humans on what they seem to think I should be like, you're sadly mistaken, boy.

[There was finally a reaction from him, red flaring in his eyes as he exuded that power of his just a little.]

Humans like to think they know what the Almighty is up to, or what prompted anything, but you always, always get it wrong. I questioned and was cast out. I certainly do not want a bloody apocalypse. Just because He doesn't answer anymore and you've all gone and made up your own bloody assumptions doesn't make them true, you ninny.

[Anger still simmering, his eyes went back to their devilish brown, irritation easily read on his face.]

You know nothing of God if you think this is something He'd do. Not even Mum would play at this.