[Suzerain of Sheol]

Abaddon: Lo, the dead rise in their billions at my command! Kneel, and know terror!

Death: Mine arrow doth pierce the heavy hearts of gods, and layeth them low. None living, nor spirit ling'ring may withstand its bite.

Thanatos: Wheresoever I ride, all that breathes doth die.

Satan: I lie, never once more to rise, sighing out such blood from ruptured lungs, and innumerable terrors of my dir'st thought doth rise from the horrid pestilence I weep. And I so bleed eternally.

False Prophet: I have brought to heel the sacred sovr'nty of mighty Jerusalem, and armed my legions with such--

Zaccheus: No. Just, no. Shut up. You tried that gimmick back at Armageddon, 'Oh, look at me, I have 200 million men, I'm going to take over the world!' Remember how that turned out? You've got nothing.

False Prophet: But--

Abaddon: He hath, as they say, a point. Your pretense at war provides such endless amusement, and I am so very rarely amused.

False Prophet: Nonsense! I have laid low your wretched hordes in myriads!

Abaddon: And yet, they ever return. How very bewitching...

Seth: Hey, could you guys keep it down? Cherry here is trying to sleep.

Zaccheus: Cher...ry?

Death: Who?

Thanatos: What?

Abaddon: How...?

Satan: No.

False Prophet: Oh, this is rich. But, alas, these times doth try us all. Even the mighty Cherubim must needs find their place in this broken, battered world... I am sure he is honored to be... *snigger* your pet.

Seth: You bet he is, aren't you boy? WHO'SAGOODBOY?

Cherubim #3: What can it yet avail, though we feel such strength undiminished, and with Eternal being to undergo Eternal punishment?

Death: I've this dart... oh don't look so horrified! See how he suffers? And you would call us cruel, boy. More mad than either of your brothers. Lo, how fallen, these piteous Sons of Adam....

Zaccheus: *loading a shotgun* Seth, I think.... Cherry.... needs to go for a walk behind the barn. With me. Alone.