The devil is not a little red man with horns, a tail, and a pitchfork. No. He's beautiful. He stands before you as you are being tied up to be burned at the stake for a crime you have not committed. Yes, you are a witch, but you have never done anything to hurt anyone. You've only ever used your powers to help other people. You've lived in the forest on the very edge of a little village. A little bloodthirsty village. And now that they've seen you talking to your raven familiar, Simon, while performing a healing spell on a injured child, they will watch you burn. But not on Lucifer's watch. No, he will not let you die. He might be the devil, but he is not heartless. Far from it. With a flick of his wrist, the men tying you to the stake forget what they're doing or who they are. The crowd watches as the witch in front of them is untied by some invisible force. "Hold on tight," he whispers into your ear before, with one flap of his wings, you're shooting into the night sky.