"...It is I, the Sin of Pride and King of Hell, Lucifer! Who dares—" he turns around like the theatrical guy he is, only to cut his own words off. "Hoooly shiiiit, that is a lot of dead lambs....what is that like seventy?"

Lucifer starts counting them one by one and chuckles to himself when he's done. "Sorry, seventy-two...sooo, what is it that you want? You've racked up quite the favor from me."

With a flick of his wrist, the sacrificial lambs were gone in an instant.