UPDATED 3/22/2010 to clarify some things and improve the ending... I hope.
The demon Samhail had been watching the young street preacher for two hours.
The preacher stood on the corner of a parking lot across from the Atlanta Hilton on a summer afternoon, holding an old leather Bible in one hand, and a megaphone in the other. His impeccable white suit and slick black hair gave him the look of a mafia hitman crossed with a carnival barker.