"I feel - good." Death slurred happily. He found himself leaning a bit on the Adversary, as his legs didn't seem to want to cooperate with his desire to stand up on his own. "All this dying it - it's so - I feel-" He laughed, "I feel! My body becomes so very human when there's this much death around. I think I may even have blood, see?" He raised a hand to press it to Satan's cheek. "Warm. See? Blood."