The water stings where it splashes and Lucifer hisses, handsome face of his angelic form twisting into something ugly and brutal. He steps forward, towards the pair, driven by nothing so strong as the impulse to destroy the two of them, to destroy the pair of mortals crouched over Scratch's sprawled body, to render this whole place down into nothing but bones and ash.

"I am the Great Satan," he snaps. "Lord of Hell, and I will not..."