It was not the first time Satan had been killed, far from it. It was the first time he had been killed while a dragon, though, and he found it no more enjoyable this way.
He could feel the bloody ruin where his heart was, feel his lungs frantically gasping for air that wouldn't reach the rest of him. All he could hope now was that the little fuckers managed to incinerate themselves on one of the traps. With his last breath, he sent a jet of fire towards Lust and then slumped down. As he died, his body shrank and withered until a long snake with a hole cut through its chest lay where a dragon had been.