Arndt Schorr

Lucifer sat in a gutter below the hill of Golgotha, watching bloody rivulets of water trickle past his sandaled toes, and realized for the first time that his physical body was aging – just like that of any mortal, although at a slightly slower rate. His feet, no longer beautiful and perfectly manicured, showed blisters and callouses under the dirt and mud that caked them. Even worse, they looked wrinkled and veiny – skinny, hideous slabs, with the distorted toenails of a very old man. Lucifer rinsed them off in the disgusting water, and gave a sigh of resignation.