I shook my head the way injured cartoon characters do to clear away the stars circling their heads. “You’re the Devil,” I stated.
“Yes I am,” he said, with an obvious measure of pride.
“But you’re not the first Devil,” I said.
“I am not,” he said.
“How many have there been?” I asked.
“Many,” he answered simply.
“Okay, but where did they all go?”
He smiled. “Into retirement.”
“The Devil can just retire?” I asked.
“No, not just retire,” he replied. “It’s not as simple as that. There are lots of arrangements to be made, not the least of which is finding a suitable replacement.”
I nodded. “Oh.”
“Which brings me to the reason I’ve set up this meeting,” he said smoothly. “I’m retiring soon. Very soon.”
My eyes widened. I did not like where this was heading.
“You’re going to be my replacement,” he said, smiling broadly.