"God had nothing to do with it." Daimon replied dryly, staring the young woman down. Instead of wearing his normal plant suit, this Daimon was decked out in his Son of Satan garb. Red pants and clock, and yellow, knee high boots. And, of course, he still possessed his three pronged trident. Perhaps Thursday would notice that first, or perhaps she would notice birthmark on his chest. Its odd shape, that of an inverted pentagram, often lead others to conclude it was a tattoo.