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

`` Dammit Damien, I told you to stop filling the fridge with tofu and your vegan crap!'' said Azazel to his son who was quietly reading Rumi in the parlor. `` Yes father? What was that? I could not hear you yelling across the house,'' Damien said as he turned the page. The house shook under his dad's rather ungraceful stomping to the parlor. `` Dammit Damien! I told you to get your vegan crap out of the fridge! When are you going to get a damn job?'' 
 Damien looked down at his book of sufi poetry, `` Well, finding a job here in Abaddon is hard father. They either want me to sacrifice this or kill that. Sometimes I just want to tell them that I do n't think violence is okay.'' 
 `` Cut it with the crap you son of a bitch, pussy, worthless. You think you're better than everyone else down here do n't you?'' With that Azazel stormed out of the room, threw out all of Damien's food in the kitchen and began slamming the kitchen cabinets and muttering profanities. Damien did not have a car, he could only afford to buy himself a bike. So, he hopped on his bicycle and rode down to the park. The park was actually on the outside of town, passed the iron gates of hell where it meets the river styx. Fortunately the park was just over the bridge across the river. There was sunlight, breeze, butterflies, and Damien could listen to the birds sing. Damien had never thought to leave his father's house, Damien had horns and pitch black corneas in his eyes. He was a handsome young lad, with golden hair and well shaped fore arms, but he knew deep down he was no angel. Why, he had n't any wings to fly! Where was he to go? Damien decided to sleep underneath the tree on the other side of the river styx. Hell, he did n't have a job, but at least he could rest in peace underneath that tree.
