Asmael
"Are you an idiot?" He restrained his laughter into short breaths and chuckles. But all of a sudden, he wasn't laughing. He was glaring at her, like a book in a foreign language he couldn't understand. It pissed him off.
"I mean, don't get me wrong. This is pretty funny. But you... you're basically shooting yourself in the foot. Don't you see that the one I'm helping... is this man right there?"
Like a theatric play, he waved his hand to that pathetic, sad, pitiful creature. That bundle of sin and blood that one calls a man. A wretched creature. A sinful creature. A glorious creature. Uglyness, beauty, despair, and most of all, freedom. The one true element of this world, the one source of love in the universe. And the thing he loathed and loved most in the world, next to the morning star.
So he bowed, smiled, and pierced the demon with an icy glare not unlike a holy spear.
"Because if he did go through with your ploy, uninterrupted, out of all 76589132059 possible outcomes, there isn't a single one where his soul isn't devoured by you. But with my proposal, following the agreement of this pact, there are only 76589132057 out of 76589132059 where he will be devoured. So I must ask, wouldn't it be more logical for you to be the one to face this human, considering the one who is to gain should he lose.... is you? I just plain don't get it, honey."