This is a man. Not satan. He sells houses, turns them into homes. He is a good man. And satan? Satan is a slighted angel, an entity forever misunderstood and scapegoated, the angel of the people, the workingman's seraphim. Sometimes the two come together, mortal and angel. The celestial and terrestrial commingle and the fruit that is borne of that union is a wondrous fruit. A teenaged boy is not a man, yet of all the males it is he that will find a photo of a real estate agent and carve the word satan into the forehead.