If you were a CIA agent who got merked by your boss and sent to Hell, only to become an undead and disfigured soldier working for a demon, the least the demon could do is give you a bitchin' costume. Well, he could have made you not disfigured. Or undead. But black, red, spikes, and that cape? Bananas! And don't get us started on those toys that would be made in your likeness. GAMECHANGERS.