"The only thing Hell makes well are demons out of men." So yes, their juleps suck. Raphael would find his steps haunted, Alastor keen on not wandering far from him. Though the reason was unclear, perhaps it was for the best.

Considering the story the angel had just told him before, perhaps it was an effort to demonstrate that he had no intention of sneaking away and slaughtering innocents for giggles.

"Not a lot of Catholic churches, down in Louisiana. The Baptist minister I knew would be spitting tacks if he knew saints were real." But hey, he was asked a question about himself, and he was all too willing to answer it.

"Of course I did! One of the most popular shows on the air at the time, who wouldn't love all of that? Why, I remember interviewing musicians, artists, politicians, I attended football and baseball games free of charge, did the running commentary for the folks who couldn't see it in person! Even had a few good radio dramas I acted in!

I must admit though, friend, my favorite part of the night was the news." Which... sounded kind of dull, considering the personality of the jagged, nightmarish red specter. News?

Really, Alastor?