You were casually minding your business, walking through a forest, ignoring Lucas' temptations to burn it down by quickly making and extinguishing fireballs in your hand. When you suddenly notice a clearing. And then, an Angel appears in front of you.

Angel: Halt, you disgusting demon creature. He draws his weapon, a near-blinding light flowing from it. I am here to rid the world of your kind and make it a better place without your kind ruining it with evil.

It took 2 hits. You were on the ground, gasping for blood, when he loomed over you, sword to your neck.

Angel: Any last words, Demon? Or you can't stand the thought of a pure world without you to taint it with your evil?

Just as he prepares to strike, Lucas speaks in your mind, voice mocking, but laced with anger.

Lucas: Oh... look at you, all hurt and almost dead. I can save you, you know? I can take out this pathetic bigshot who thinks he can defeat me. All you have to do is say the words. C'mon, how hard can 4 words be to say? Speak. Of. The. Devil.