The Devil stood in the back of the United Korean Presbyterian Church as the congregation marched in. People greeted one another, and the choir lined up at the sides. She was noticeable, having taken the guise of a tall, thin, white woman with long blonde hair that fell in a single, loose cascade down her back. She wore a tight, white, peplum dress and stood stick straight as people politely smiled at her, then looked away just as quickly.
The Devil was visible, and yet, invisible.
“Why didn’t you just make us Korean?” said the demon next to her.
She looked over at Crib, short for Cribald, in his wrinkled suit. He was a lower-tier demon, expendable, but then again they all were. Crib, like all demons, had no issue talking back to authority. This was as she preferred it. She didn’t demand
