[Suzerain of Sheol]

The bizarre creature studies Lev for a moment, seemingly ignoring the others. The perfect marble lines of his face display complete impassivity, an almost unearthly stoicism. And yet, when he speaks, his child's voice is overrun with glee.

"Oh, don't worry about him." He gestures dismissively back toward the Pass. "He was dying, anyway. He didn't know it yet -- I didn't tell him! -- but it was obvious to me. You did him a favor, spared him a lot of suffering. Very godly of you."

He takes a step closer, his unsettling eyes never leaving the Lion's.

"But I must say, you're rather arrogant, almost rude, thinking you're so unique.

'And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the Sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of which they chose. ... And it repented the LORD that He had made man on the earth, and it grieved Him at His heart.'

"So you see, your... "model" isn't so perfect. Hardly the fitting vessel, I should think. But you can't have mine, oh, no. In fact, if you tried, I'd have to make you weep."