"And why is that?" She has an idea or two. She's seen Lucifer in a fight, and given she has very personal feelings toward everyone that was involved in that one? Well. She is not blind to the fact that even the Divine can become corrupt.

"No single god exists in my faith," she shakes her head. "I am sure you would not know my Saints. No one here does." Which is not really an issue for her. Her faith needs no outward recognition because it is hers and hers alone. "But I suppose, in a way, if I had to say who was the oldest and perhaps most well-known of them, it would be Ilya Morozova." But, again, she doesn't expect him to recognize the name at all.