The Devil tempts you with a promise to fulfill your greatest desires . He then gets depressed and mopey when you turn him down . [ wp ]

I watched as the self-satisfied smirk melted off his face. Thin lips drooped, teeth slowly being hidden behind a mask of disbelief. I could n't help but laugh - internally I might add; one never laughs in the face of the Devil, lest one surrender their soul. 
 
 `` You're sure?'' 
 
 `` Never more.'' I answer shortly. My eyes drift lazily down at my watch, foot tapping absent mindedly. 
 `` Are we quite done here? I have a meeting in half an hour.'' 
 
 `` But... I simply do n't understand. Why?'' He asked, taking an insistent step towards me, eyes piercing me with their confusion. 
 `` Why would you give up everything I've offered you? You must know you could never hope to achieve that on your own?'' 
 
 `` Why indeed,'' is all I have in return. I breathe a small sigh and rake my fingers over him with dissatisfied interest, mind already moving on to the rest of the days events. This was, after all, only a small set back. Events slowly started reassigning themselves in my mental schedule as I turned to take my leave. 
 
 I glance back to find him standing, isolated, watching my departure. His shoulders - which one would imagine to be set squarely, were sloped in defeat. I could n't help but roll my eyes at his pathetic figure. A ruler of tortured souls, He Who Fell From Heaven, commander of hordes of demons, and yet all I saw was a petulant child in the body of a man. A spoiled brat with no concept of the word `` no''. A Disgrace. 
 
 This is why we stripped him of his wings.
