"Well, for starters, Lucifer doesn't have horns or a tail," she says bluntly. Not even in his most Devilish form has he ever manifested those that she's seen. And then she shakes her head.

"But it's not even that. They just -"

She gestures at the stained glass, at the way the Devil's face is twisted into an evil rictus grin, the sense of pleasure in inflicting pain that the image depicts.

"He's not like that, at all. He let my daughter paint a unicorn on his cheek once."