"Nothing is ever so simple, wizard. Everything these days is shades of grey. Not to say it's drab, just so indistinct," the demon replied airily. "The determination of the weight of a soul is so much more complex. You can chip away at one, or many, for an entire mortal lifetime and yet, in the end, they could wind up going to the Other Place. Tricky business, what I do. I would so have fun chipping at your soul a while, though," he grinned.