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

Vicious hell fire clouds rolled around the tip of the steeple. Ravenback screechers pierced the deep crimson veil flying in a wide circle to give all cavalier demon lords a second thought for their reckless battle for independence. The empire was n't as strong as it has been. Satan, The Unbeliever, noticed particularly wispy smoke trailing out of a high steeple window. He emitted a low grunt, put down the binoculars he was using to measure the strength of his front lines, and with a flip of his bone cloak strolled back towards his place of rest. Scaly hellions licked at the fluttering flames left by Satan's footprints in the ash. This was his domain and he would not allow any whimsical notions of autonomy to continue. 
 
 Cain was flipping his hands in front of his face. A small grin and a cheeky laugh lit up his face. The boy was beautiful, in his own hellish way. Cain's door burst at its hinges and crashed mightily to the floor. Satan crunched his shoulder's forward to fit through the portal. The sight he saw lit his dark eyebrows into a yellow blaze. 
 
 `` Oh hell help you, son!'' Satan roared. Cain, posted at the edge of his bed had a long joint rested between his fingers. He donned a Grateful Dead t-shirt, the beautiful bastard. Cain meekly smiled and raised a peace sign hoping it would be enough to stop the inevitable onslaught. 
 
 `` For fuck's sake, you're smoking the Holy's lettuce? While playing pretend, by being, by being a DEADHEAD? You cliche bitch!'' Satan limply lisped with his lolling tongue. Satan's massive hoof stomped the joint out of Cain's delicate fingers. `` Do n't you dare play flower girl with me! You are n't a hippy dippy daisy, you're a Luficer! Strong and proud. Heir to Hell, ruler of the lost and disgusting. Start acting like it!'' 
 
 Cain whimpered looking down at his mashed fingers, blood spilling into his rosy sheets. Tears stung his eyes. 
 
 `` Dad! I love you. Why wo n't you accept me for who I really am? Forget all your hate. It's time to get that goat off your back.'' Cain proudly preached. Satan clung to Wooly, his favorite goat. 
 
 `` Baaaa,'' Wooly protested and nestled further into the nape of Satan's neck. 
 
 `` He's got a name, Cain, you a-a-angel.'' Satan was incredulous. He could n't believe what his eyes were relaying. It seemed like it was only yesterday Cain was burning fire with ants. The world seemed so upside down. Satan's grasp was loosening on his empire, but now his home too? Satan grit down his teeth and inaudibly groaned, `` SO BE IT!'' Satan thrust his clenched fist down Cain's yuppy throat and yanked at his fleshy tongue. Cain grabbed at his neck and fell to the floor rolling in pathetic circles. Blood spread, life faded, and Satan stood there with Cain's flesh in hand, idly swinging. 
 
 `` Who's tongue's wagging now? Oh, it's still yours. Right.''
