The Devil wears Prada, and mixes lies and hate in Vodka.
With a gang of Ex-Angels that go by the name of Hells-Ryders.
They celebrate at defeat, never sweat not once in the sweldering heat. And bow down to their "King" who wears the the throne and the name Lucifer in red labled above his seat.
That's where the Devil sits, in the death pit, and burns in Hell for eternity and will never quit. Not until everyone comes and praises him.
And he gives us the mindset that we were made for him, and what it feels like to live a "Life Of Sin"