Wade's eyes widened, perfectly reflected in the black and red mask, and he sat up, hand over his mouth. "You're the actual devil? Hellfire and brimstone and horns, the whole shabang? That is... totally and amaz-" He paused for emphasis before flopping back down against the sofa, "Made up. Sorry Satan. You're completely made up! Everyone knows that! There's no God waiting for judge everyone. Just real life, real monsters and real assholes who have to deal with it all. Like me."