"You're here," Lucifer says on Its approach, unafraid as any of the first creations, for Death has not yet had reason to pick up Its scythe in front of them, "and does that mean I'm going to die soon?"
He doesn't know what that means yet, prideful child, warden of a fundamental half of the universe, but when the imprisoned gets too hungry, when She begins to gnaw on him from within simply to survive, he will.
"Yes," Death says, "many times."
