Lucifer and an Old One walk into the woods-- Lovecraft would shit himself.

He looks the being before him up and down, and sees something old and twisted and warlike. Something Hellish, like his demons but on a greater scale, monstrous in scope, all folded up inside that little mortal body. It disgusts him, as all such evil things do.

"Yes," he says, and folds his vessel's hands before him. "I find it's difficult to get anything done when I'm taller than the Burj Khalifa and burn the eyes out of any mortal that witnesses me."

He shrugs, as though saying 'but what can you do?', and Rahab shifts on his shoulders to keep its balance.

"A necessary evil."