Light / Shadow

"You love this time of year, of course," the demon hissed (rhetorically) as it sat down next to the angel. To the outside (mortal) world, they were simply two dudes waiting for their other halves on a bench holding packages. "Of course," the angel said, and then turned to face its guest. "And you must love this time of year just as much ... with all of the bright lights casting the darkest shadows." The demon grinned and nodded. "It's like a scratch-off; a simple scrape across the day to remove some carefully applied glitter and ... voila!" A woman exited the doors of a mega retailer and her misery was palpable. "VOILA!" the demon said again. "Race you."