“He’s very hot,” Chloe concedes with a faint smile, knowing she could never admit to that if he was in earshot. His ego would topple skyscrapers if she did.

She adds a few beads to the bracelet she’s making. It’s very amateurish work.

“Evangelical heads would explode,” she comments lightly. “I met God. I told him off for being a bad parent, which, he was. Lucifer is all kinds of messed up because of it. He tries so hard and gets so little credit.”

She’s just a woman, who loves her boyfriend enough to stick up for him to, well, everyone. Up to and including God.