[ WP ] Your the Devil 's top Hitman , you 've killed the worlds most influential people ( Franz Ferdinand , JFK , John Lennon ) and today you received a letter from a man named Jesus explaining how you 've been undercover agent this whole time . Now your final target is the Devil himself .

I smiled, took out my lighter. The paper burned green and blue, the flames licked my fingertips before I finally let go. It was ash before it hit the ground. 
 
 The thing about the Prince of Lies is, he'll lie to you. Does n't matter who you are or what you're doing. Maybe you're an angel, and he's recruiting. Maybe you're a servant, and you have n't been tested lately. Maybe it's a slow day for him. Eventually, you just learn how to be on your guard. 
 
 This, this tripped my sensors. If the Three Amigos were ever to take an interest in me, they'd want to save me first. Hell ( heh ), they'd probably stop there. Ol' Lucy is *far* more useful to them alive than dead. This made no sense. 
 
 Okay. So I'm being tested. Or maybe Lucy is testing his defenses. Alright. I have n't had a good workout since that kid in Tibet. Maybe I'll give it a go. 
 
 The thing about the Prince of Lies is, sometimes you can get ahead by playing along. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 I met the Devil in a nothing little boardroom in Delaware. 
 
 You probably forgot about Delaware. I ca n't blame you. Some of the highest rates of white-collar crime in the most powerful nation in the world in Delaware. Means there's a lot of people with a lot of money invested in making sure you forget about Delaware. 
 
 Lucy likes Delaware. Especially this little spot. Rolling hills, nothing but sunlight. See, he can get things *done* in Delaware. Hell is so overgrown with pleasures and delights that it's practically Las Vegas for him. This, right here? Businesslike. Corporate. Efficient. And maybe the hills and sunlight remind him a little of home, although I'd never ask. 
 
 He's got a remote in his hand, clicking through images on a projection screen. Stops on a Pakistani teenager giving a speech against a black background, one side of her face all wrong. 
 
 `` Malala Yousafzai.'' 
 
 My mouth twists. `` C'mon, man, do n't remind me. Besides, you know what happens when we go back a second time.'' 
 
 `` I suppose you're right.'' 
 
 More clicking. A baby in the cradle. 
 
 `` Zachary Cochrane. Although his name will change. His interest in his father's automotives will eventually lead him to build a new type of engine, capable of reaching the stars. Beyond our grasp.'' 
 
 `` Add him to the list.'' You know Sudden Infant Death Syndrome? Great way to pad my bank account. 
 
 More clicking. And because I know you'll ask, we never looked at Barack Obama. This country is a damnation engine. Anybody who spends any time in charge of it will eventually have his best intentions bent into something painful and wrong. We did n't need to spend any time on him, you all took care of him for us. 
 
 He's stopped clicking. He's just watching, now. A young woman is helping addicts in Vancouver inject safely. Insite, I think it's called. Sandy blonde hair, very high cheekbones, her blue eyes full of questions she's too polite to ask. I know what he's thinking. 
 
 Sandalphon. The Receptor. Entrusted with conveying all the prayers of humanity to JHVH. Lucy never did get over him. And this girl's a dead ringer. 
 
 I'm perfectly silent. 
 
 `` Janice Telefsky. Her advocacy for safe injection sites will eventually become a cause celebré, to the point where drug crime is nearly non-existent in the Pacific Northwest.'' 
 
 `` Add her to the list.'' 
 
 He's watching me. One moment, two moments, three. Turns back to the screen, rests an elbow on the table, rests his cheek on his palm. He's bored, now. 
 
 Click. Click. Click. 
 
 That moment of reflection was my opening. I'd ask Lucy if he was going soft, he'd tower with rage, we'd fight it out. Or I could've just taken his head off while his guard was down. 
 
 Mais, non. Instead I'm going to very quietly murder the living image of the only being he ever loved. And he knows it. 
 
 The thing about the Prince of Lies is, killing him is a lot easier than ending his existence, if you do it right.
