Devil

I saw the Devil yesterday.
It was at a fancy-dress party.
He was a fat man in red tights. He said the same thing to everyone at the party – “Pleased to meet you, hope you’ve guessed my name.”
He wasn’t very nice.
I wondered about the direction of causality – had he chosen the costume because it chimed with his nature? Or had the choice of disguise given him a license to behave badly?
I considered, briefly, whether there was a deeper, darker reason – what better disguise etc…
As an extra piece of information, The Angel Gabriel was also at the party and was also an arse.