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

`` Honestly, Damien, I've tried and I've tried to get you to understand why it's so important to burn the infidels. Are you just not paying attention, or are you being willfully disobedient to your father? I'd rather you be a CHRISTIAN than this!'' 
 
 Damien rolled his eyes and hugged his father, `` Look, I know you're Satan and therefore think that you're proof that there is credence to religion of some sort. You think you have to live up to their expectations of you'upstairs.' You're simply here to do a job. But I'm telling you, Dad, it's a farce. I've been up there. There are so many religions it'll make your head spin! And most of them do n't even mention you. You do n't exist to a large percentage of the people up there.'' 
 
 `` But, Son, I exist. You're looking at me and I'm looking back at you, disappointed. Where did I go wrong that you can deny what is so clearly in front of your face? How can you buy in to such fantasy?'' 
 
 `` Dad, you're here; that much is true. I'm looking right at you, and you do seem a bit peeved, but I do n't think you get it. Not even the Christian faith originally believed in you. You're made up! I'm made up! Your greatest enemy, Yaweh is made up! Peace and Love are the only things that are real in this universe. Be decent to one another because this is it.'' 
 
 Satan sighed laboriously and crossed the room to the one window in this large room. He looked out the window and surveyed what he could see of his kingdom. Terror and violence could be heard through the windowpane. As far as the eye could see, various forms of torture were being inflicted on lost souls. Demons doing what demons did best. He lowered his head to his forearm, which was now resting on the sill. 
 
 `` Dad, I'm sorry. I love you,'' Damien approached his father and embraced his back, wrapping his arms around his father's barrel-chest as far as he could. 
 
 `` If only your mother were still here. Maybe she could help you understand. But you destroyed what was left of her soul while she gave birth to you. Do n't you see, Son? You murdered your own mother during demonbirth. You released her from her torture and torment. That's not how this works! You've been disappointing me since you were born. Mercy is not for the damned.'' 
 
 `` But none of that matters, Dad. We're fictional. I've been trying to get you to understand that. Our existence is due to these humans. They damn themselves because they can think of no other way to atone for the wrongs they've committed. If they could just stop believing in us, they'd all be free. Gone forever, but free. Nonexistence scares them more than eternal damnation! But more and more of them seem to be fine with the idea of not existing upon their deaths. We will cease to exist if we do n't do give them a reason to care about us!'' 
 
 `` I've never heard anything more ridiculous. What kind of ideas did they put in your head up there? What kind of people were you talking to?'' 
 
 `` I did n't need to do much talking. I just watched. To many of them, I was invisible anyhow. I could feel myself fading slightly. It was as if I were a ghost, merely existing only for those with a loose grip on the reality that the rest were beginning to agree with. You see, Father, we only exist if enough of them agree upon it. You've been down here for millennia, never stepping into their realm. You're down here where they absolutely believe in you. How could they not? They've convinced themselves that this is where they need to go when they die. Your power has dwindled, though. You may not see, but I can tell you are weaker. There are fewer and fewer new damned arriving every day. You ca n't tell me you have n't noticed that.'' 
 
 `` Do not call your father weak,'' Satan turns to his son, snarling, `` I am and always will be the supreme ruler of Hell! No amount of disbelief from those who are damned to come here will change that. You're a disgrace, Son. Spreading ideas of peace and love just to continue to exist. You're terrified of a ghost! We are eternal. We are absolute. You show your youth with your foolish and idealistic notions. Begone! You are grounded to your room until you learn what it is to be a demon in Hell. You will no longer be allowed to possess mortals until you learn your lesson.'' 
 
 `` But Dad!'' 
 
 Satan interrupts by jutting a clawed finger into the air, pointed at the rough direction of Damien's room, `` To your room, NOW! I damn you to your room!'' He then turns his back to his son, facing back out the window and admiring his realm. Damien flips his dad the bird behind his back and stomps off dejectedly.
