“Reward or not, Lucifer is better than Crowley. He has no idea
                   what the hell he’s doing, and making Hell look like a joke.
                   Making his cronies where suits instead of leather— he wouldn’t
                   know Hell if it slapped him in the face.”

             _{“I tried wearing a suit, but it wasn’t comfortable.” A simple fact he thought needed to be said, but all the same, he knew what she meant. Hell always changed, but somethings stayed the same. There was structure to the chaos – something that Crowley never seemed to grasp. Not even now that he had the throne. “Then again, a corn chip would be better than him.”}