Yeah, well-- your book is wrong, buddy, sorry to bust your bubble. We've got those, specifically one of 'em who happens to be our reigning fuckin' King, but then there's Hellborns, like myself, and Sinners, who are you guys when you die and come downstairs instead of climbing to the Pearly Gates.

[He is possibly the farthest imaginable thing from being offended by a human not finding him beautiful. Flashback to that crazy monsterfucker girl-- noooo thank you. He grimaces.]

Yeah-- Blitzø. The o is silent. Y'got one yourself, Preacher?