"Right, right, right." Daniel pauses to knead at the bridge of his nose briefly between pinched fingers. Cultural differences. He should be aware of this. Right. "Okay, so. In the mythology Lucifer originates from, he was originally an angel. An angel who fell, so to speak, and as a result became the Devil. But physiologically - er, biologically - however you choose to physically categorize a thing that isn't really physically categorizable - he's an angel. Technically. An archangel, actually, which makes him significantly more powerful -"

He drifts, grasping for a less dense, more linear way of explaining, and ultimately failing.

"Look," he says tiredly, "in my universe devils or angels don't exist period. Not in the conventional sense, anyway. In others, they apparently do. Obviously whatever rules that might, to you, typically apply aren't gonna necessarily bridge that interdimensional gap."