The Devil just shrugs hopelessly. "I am not a god, dear, I would not know." Her cold made the ciggy go out and the Devil sighs. "Fact is, I am here to do a dirty job. For example, right now one of my avatars is putting in motion a sequence of events that will lead a protestant preacher to murder someone in broad daylight with a tire iron, over a pointless argument that gets out of hand. He will be gunned down by police... unless he or the guy he fights with remembers to back off, use a bit of common sense and realizes the argument is petty and both are upset about other things."