The Doctor asks, quite sensibly, which Beast He could possibly be: "The universe has been busy since you've been gone, there's more religions than there are planets in the sky. The Archivits, Pordonity, Christianity, Pash-Pash, New Judaism, St. Clare, Church of the Tin Vagabond...Which Devil are you?" But if you're playing along at home, you know the answer He will give: "All of them." Then He's, as the Doctor says, the "truth behind the myth," but I think the opposite is closer to the truth. The Beast agrees: "This one knows Me as I know him: the killer of his own kind." Easy. You already know this trick. The Doctor doesn't even acknowledge that. (But think about this: the Beast never lies, because he doesn't have to.) "How did you end up on this rock?" He asks the Doctor. Does it matter? We leave science behind and head into fiction, and the only one that doesn't come alone is the Doctor; maybe it's because the show is named after him. This show could have been twenty minutes shorter, but that's all two-parters except for the finales, innit? "The disciples of the Light rose up against me, and chained me in the Pit for all eternity." Done. Got it. Happens every episode. But the Doctor's not having it: "When was this?" Before time. "What does that mean?" Before time. "What does 'before time' mean?" NOT YOUR DEAL. YOU ARE TIME, THIS IS NOT YOUR DEAL. THE DEVIL WINS. "Before Light and Time, and Space and Matter. Before the Cataclysm. Before this universe was created." So He's the TARDIS, in reverse. Which we basically knew last week. (I don't care if they wove her this week, she by definition exists outside even that which he commands; why do you think she's gone this week?) "That's impossible," says the Doctor. Remember when he was in love with the impossible? What on earth could have happened to him since then? "No life could have existed back then," says the Doctor, lamely. "Is that your religion?" says the Beast. "It's a belief," says the Doctor. Again. Lamely.
"You know nothing. All of you. So small." Cut to Zach: "The captain, so scared of command." Cut to Jefferson: "The soldier, haunted by the eyes of his wife." Ida shifts uncomfortably in the capsule: "The scientist, still running from Daddy." "The little boy who lied": Cut to Danny, who is uncomfortable. "The virgin": Toby turns, on edge. Some of which we knew; the others we could figure. Not telling us anything we didn't already know. The Devil is so lame.
"And the lost girl, so far away from home. The valiant child. Who will die in battle so very soon." The Devil never, ever lied. Which is a damn sight better than divinity ever offered, on this show. What has Rose ever said so finitely: "My Doctor"? They're all "our Doctor." God lies, because God speaks truths so absolute they don't mean anything. The applicable, the graceful, the true across time and space. Specificity is Satan's domain. Not the Goddess, or God. They're too consumed with the Truth to tell you the motherfucking truth once in a while. The Devil tells the truth, here and now, and this is a television show.