It doesn't matter where the two roads meet: amidst the skyscrapers of a bustling city, between the trees of a temperate rainforest, across the dunes of a wind blown desert. Wherever two roads cross, he is there with his fine-tailored suit and his devil's smirk waiting for all foolish mortals who dare to make a deal, sell their soul for a wish and seal it with a kiss. A soul's a small price to pay for having all your dreams come true, he'll say making it seem so reasonable before he personally reserves your place in hell.