Dan: Some psycho might be killing people because of your whole Devil schtick.
Lucifer: You're blaming this nonsense on me?
Dan: You do take the whole Satan thing pretty seriously.
Lucifer: You really think I'd do these vile things? These kids were pretending to be bad, but they weren't, they were innocent, so I would never hurt them. I'm not a monster!
[..]
Malcolm: I did this for you, aren't you happy?
Lucifer: Why would I be happy? I'm not evil, I PUNISH evil.
Malcolm: Yeah, but, you know, you're...
Lucifer: The Devil, yes. And you think you know who that is, don't you? The whole world does. A torturer, maybe. An inflictor of just desserts, sure. But a senseless murderer I am not. Perhaps I need to clarify my position.
[...]
Chloe: What happened?
Lucifer: Where do I begin? With the grandest fall in the history of time, or perhaps the far more agonising punishment that followed: to be blamed for every morsel of evil humanity's endured. Every atrocity committed in my name. As though I wanted people to suffer. All I ever wanted was to be my own man here. To be judged for my own doing.