One of Satan’s eyebrows arched upwards. Blood, hmm? He wondered how human Death really felt. Raising his hand, he brought his fingers to the fleshy part of the Horseman’s neck. Sure enough, there was a pulse there.
“My, my.” He chuckled, taking a step back to look Death up and down. “You feel, do you?” A feral grin tugged at his lips. “And just what have you been doing, then... with these feelings.”