Demons become Angels to some.

"Bloody Hell." John barely had the time to say before being sucked down into a portal. He should have left the damn thing well enough alone. But the puzzle had begged to be solved, and he had casually messed with it enough to bring it to pieces. The familiar heat and sulfur smell hit him first before he was yanked by a brute of demon through a crowd of lesser demons, currently worshiping a figure on the throne.

All Hail! All Hail!

John tried to break free of the grip of the brute who was dragging him but he had fulfilled the contract by solving the puzzle so he'd agreed to this. Bloody demons and their bloody rules. As soon as he spied who was on the throne, he groaned. Of course it was them.

All Hail the Priest of Hell! Master of Sin!

The Brute dragging him tossed him at the figure's feet. John looked up at the demon "'Lo Love." He said mildly sarcastically. "Enjoy dragging me back to hell, Master of Sin?" He said the title like an insult as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair, his other hand fishing for a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He pulled the cancer stick out and lit it with a bit of hellfire at his feet. Taking a long drag he blew the smoke from his nose. "If you want me to bow you're gonna be sorely disappointed."