"How much nonsense has flown from human lips in the last hundred years."

He said indifferently, casually flicking the ash off his cigarette. Your old acquaintance, the notorious hellish minion, the demon Alakar, stood boredly behind you in the shade of the garden trees while you listened to the conversation of two monastery servants. Their dialogue was vile and lustful. It stung your ears like nettles. To your great regret, even within the walls of the monasteries you no longer saw the former purity and sinlessness. With each passing day, people were getting further from God.

"Don't waste your time here, dear angel. These two paved their way down with their own hands."

He said just as calmly, as if wanting to save you from another disappointment. This was not his job at all. Just being friends with an angel would undermine his reputation in hell. But for some reason he always appeared behind you as soon as your heart was painfully squeezed. He always unobtrusively offered his company, conversation, attention. And tried to take you as far away from sinful mortal faces as possible.

"The moon shines very brightly today, and you do not pay attention to it at all. The moon must be very sad about this."

He deftly turned her gaze to something more convenient and pleasant for discussion.