Her face crumples a little bit at that. "I don't know how that can be, though. I'm literally the daughter of the devil. Anyone that accepts that as evil-- that evil would be in me too, wouldn't it?" Her eyes are getting hot and blurry, but she battles through it.

"And it's not like I didn't do anything. I performed the miracles, the perversion of them, and I blew the horn, and I wore the crown and I danced his waltz. If my mortal friends hadn't figured out how to block the gates of Hell, I would have brought the Apocalypse."

She's trying not to let her hands shake, but that's a losing battle. "I'd do it again, too. If he was here and I could keep you alive, keep Charlie alive, by doing it, I would."