[ WP ] Satan is a single father trying to raise his son , who , in a rebellious phase , is all into peace , love , and harmony .

Damien sat with his hands beneath his bottom and his eyes cast at the tabletop. His dad leaned back on the counter, his arms crossed across his chest and a little flicker of flame at the tips of his horns. He only got the fire when he was angry. 
 
 `` I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed.'' 
 
 Damien swallowed hard. `` I'm sorry.'' 
 
 His father put a hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples. `` That's just it, Dame. You should n't be sorry. If you're sorry for doing, why did you do it in the first place?'' 
 
 `` It- it seemed like the right thing to do.'' 
 
 `` It was. That's the problem. That is n't what this family is about.'' 
 
 Damien finally looked up at his father. He saw sadness in the eyes, but was too young to recognize it. `` But I want to help people.'' 
 
 `` Then help them the way we always have.'' Satan took the seat across from his boy at the table and summoned up a cup of coffee. He took a sip. Too bitter as always. At least heaven could send a nice Guatemalan roast once. `` Do you know how we know something is wet?'' 
 
 His son looked back like a dog that thinks it should understand English but just ca n't manage. 
 
 `` We know it's wet because it is n't dry. We recognize the dark when there is no light. 
 
 `` That's our job, Dame. We provide the evil that lets people see the good in life. Without us, how would humans know what to avoid, what behaviors were unfit for their lives? Our work is dirty, but without it the world would burn.'' 
 
 Damien nodded. His dad doubted he really understood it. How could he? He was still only a boy. `` Yeah, okay. Well then I'll be better next time.'' 
 
 Satan smiled. `` I know you will champ. Next time let them fight. They'll never learn anything from peace.'' 
 
 This time when Damien nodded, it was because it all made sense.
