"Be awful weird if they were! Not all people are the same, so why would they be any different after they died? Wouldn't make much sense!" What does he want? That's a question a lot of people would like answered, frankly.

Her hand was snatched up in a firm, powerful, wild handshake, but at the very least it was over as soon as it started, quick to start following her.

"Everyone in Hell's a demon, ma'am! Except the Exterminator's but they don't fly down until Hell's full!

Wasn't always a demon though, almost none of us were. Every single one of us is just one more damned soul, sweetheart, one more sinner on the pile."