"I'm Felix Fitzpatrick and you're Mr Satan. I drew you today." He pulled a sheet of paper from his colouring book and there, in all it's confusing childish glory, was his prediction for today. Gadreel and Lucifer. Lucifer was drawn in pink crayon with too much hair and little horns whereas Gadreel's head was bigger than his body but yep, that was them, leaning against a weirdly shaped car. Though the sky wasn't exactly orange. "I'm not allowed to talk to Satan. It's a sin."

"Pretty much anything is a sin, kid. That's not a reason not to do something."