In my story, the devil takes on a persona more similar to Keith Richard's, in 'Sympathy for the Devil'. His dwellings in hell are elegant and dark, reflecting his personality. My devil is a 'cool' character, not often caught losing his temper, but always in control and on top of his game. He is very good at being evil, and used to succeeding against those blasted mortals with consciences. In regards to consciences, he clearly has none as his very joy in life is in stealing souls from unfortunate people around the world. Much like the detectives have their business of solving mysteries after dark, my devil hunts for souls once the sun goes down. He handles this all very smoothly and professionally, and keeps his business in line. As displayed in previous chapters of his story, he does not take well to those who try to undo his work.
His appearance is dark. He normally wears a gothic style leather trench coat, more fitted, with cross straps and silver buttons. He wears Doc Martens, is clean shaven, and his hair channels the American 1950's - a tapered cut, long in the front. My devil is a cross between Blade, James Dean, and Sid Vicious.
Circumstance has put the detectives and the devil against each other, and they use cunning to try and outsmart the other. The detectives truly are the devil's match. Despite the conflict between Bob Skeleton and Macabre de Coiffure and the devil, they later come to realize they aren't quite different after all. The detectives' loose moral compass and love for all things dark make them relate well to the devil. In the end, the devil turns out not to be so horrible, and triumphs over God to take the moral high ground - all in the name of freedom from such a tyrannical beast.
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