I’m assuming this is because I said I’d make that sticker (which I’m totally serious about btw). Well, I hope this doesn’t get me in trouble with the devil police. But okay. I’ll bite. Blah blah blah this is all just my take. If you wanna know if the devil is real, I suggest you ask him, not me.
I don’t “work with” the devil. I don’t “work with” any spirits. They work for me. And there’s a man in the forest, dressed in black, and he doesn’t work for anyone except himself, or so I’ve come to believe. I’ve seen him in the places that are on the borders of human territory. Where the pastures meet the woods. He beckons for some, but not for me. Why that is I’m still not quite sure. But he’s real and he’s that devil you’re asking about.
There is a lady in the forest as well. She is aged bone and red flowers and a decaying breeze. Her breath is death, her breath is sex, her breath has been on my face. If I “work with” anyone, it is her, although, again, that’s not really how I operate. We see each other in each other. We respect each other. We are the same, but not. They’re Mysteries, damnit.
Yeah, that’s true. He don’t work with anyone. But he is a hell of a lot of fun to hang out with.