The Devil favours the small sins. A lustful look, an unnoticeable burst of anger, cowardice masked as pacifism, the slow buildup of inarticulate resentment caused by the dullness of everyday life.

He doesn’t need murderers and great evildoers to populate his halls, though he desires them the most. He will gladly settle for self-deceiving humans whose despair and faux-virtue pulls them ever closer to him. For they are more in number and quantity is all that matters in the end.