The child placed her hand to the Earth.
‘Father Lucifer, you do not like the Earth?’
‘It Rusts,’ He says. ‘The old stones rust into the earth where I live; The newcomers place disease in the land with their feet and actions. Bring me their bones. Carve the flesh for those who caw. Place the bones in heaps. I must taste their blood. I will spin the earth and cover our home. Tell them to build the ships now. Flee to the West. You will be safe there another century.’