Clearly, the devil lives among us. As we go on our missions for the day and night, he is there with us. We usually miss to identify him because we think he has horns, three ears and a very elongated nose, like the tales from our forefathers, we are wrong.
He wears Gucci, Louis, Chanel, Givenchy and dresses to the nines in Prada.
His lifestyle is no ordinary; the following he commands is mighty and overwhelming. His speech is spectacular and articulate. His mind is unwavering. The devil is smart, knowledgeable and knows his bible to heart.
As shrewd as a fox, he is misleading and a schemer.
His love for speed is evident as he drives Porsche, Ferrari; the big machines. His occasional adrenaline rush is manifested on the too small, too squeezed roads shared by the normal living country-dwellers, pushing them off the road and knocking out anyone who dares to defy.
Knocking down one, two even ten people and killing them instantly, rendering some immobile is nonetheless collateral damage as long as their biddings are met.
The devil is frail and egocentric. He needs his self-image to be pampered every once in a while. He needs an entourage; all present with lustre motorcade and escort cars to feel powerful and relevant.
What can he not do with money?
Obviously bribing, fixing and manipulation are common vocabularies in their dialect.