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.