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

late to the party and fo formatting tbh ca n't be bothered simply. Pretty orthodox and lazy o'er here, deal wit. 
 
 Yeah yea, trust that ol ’ dog Yawah with his aces and wizard sleeves, to write it so. So I bring the seeds of flame to this Univision, this monotonous drawl HE brought out and what thanks do I get but this reedy weed whiney damned Cain kid; my legacy, ladies and gentleman. 
 Yes! I enjoyed watching him to slay his brother, but if you think that was really his own doing you ’ d be wrong, entirely wrong. Hell, I ’ ll tell you why: he was a dumb kid, the provincial airhead, the original coup d ’ état of Mona: and of course I the prankster of the first for the mirror party, he the butt of the timeless joke. 
 What was I saying? Oh yes, airhead, ironically, I being the wind, had but to ruffle up a storm with only the sweetest of breezes. “ You ain ’ t good enough kid. You ’ ve failed your father, failed God, failed the world…was that how it was supposed to go? Look at you, son of great prophet, the first of mankind, can ’ t even grow a vegetable right. Is that you, really? Dear old Cain, son of serpent? ” Blah blah….you sees how and where this goes. 
 My first, no, second True Earth act was indeed the murder of the child. We started WELL. We started so well! But alas the arbiter! Who gave him that gavel anyway? How he swung it upon my cherub! Right upon the brow! How he cried and whined of course of course, the stupid dumb kid. “ Wa. Curse this and cursed that ” 
 Cursed him with immortality? Said ‘ Cain, you been a bad boy, now haven ’ t you killed the good son making yourself then the bad son? What were you before? Not bad son but just not better... is it that you faltered in your belief that made you kill? What whispers you heard! Yes I heard them too! And I foresaw a future whereby many souls hurt the way you hurt, son. I let it go for to make a bargain with you. Many souls will doubt because of your father. Now you are my agent, I have chosen you as the first victim and sinner to lead the souls of the fallen spirit throughout the spangly wangly time thing ’. 
 Yes I heard these words also, the kid being a vessel of mine of sorts and sorts. So the kids now stuck on earth…I mean hell…or whatever it is now, for eternity. Ha! Stupid kid. Bainal kid. My Kid. A little bit of me. 
 So he learns the lute and works the forge, I whisper, he whispers, maybe he kills a guy, maybe he loves another, he advises the ladies how to wear their makeup and dress, he builds a city, a kingdom, an Israel, an London. He whispers, I whisper: wow the sex parties, wow the warts. 
 Son dear devil-son Cain went a bit awry and beast like in his old age and can ’ t you blame him? Slain by the seventh son, on the day of rest, the day God kicked back and said ‘ do what you like but for the flock ’, for looking like some beast on the planes. Isn ’ t that really beautiful? Only God knows what kind of magic that murder made, but a son of an essence of immortality slaying the father of his own by six and that and man who was immortal save for that day of rest? I presently do not have the time for such meanderings, but they alter the framework of the duality certainly. It has to do, I believe, though I ’ ve no heart, the carrying of sin, or the carrying of a self-curse. It is known that when you kill a man you inherit his debt or his sin. 
 
 So the wee lad was dead or so you ’ d think because he ’ d been killed, but he ’ s half pure-spirit you know and that half can not physically die because it doesn ’ t totally exist on this earths decaying playground. 
 But still it was locked here by the jailor so what? BLOOP. Right back in. Just like that. Oh, you died? Again? BLOOP. Right back in. Go on son, off you go. Do that thing, do them things you do. And he did and he did. 
 So, kids, it gets a little tricky here because we ’ re getting spacey now. You ’ re familiar with the story so far. The kind of words I put down now, in this world? Well I am flesh and hurties like all other, and in this world the kind of words I ’ m about to put down would, well, readers, they ’ d have me hamstrung. The pope would. 
 So my little kid, my lil devil kid, man and do I actually love that kid the more I talk about him, he was born after making a new bargain with the other whisperer, something about the sin of decay I laced the world with through him by proxy. All bad shit comes from a fear of decay. It ’ s really that simply. So, Cain who became full of sin gained his brothers Sinlessness. It was there, somewhere, in amongst all the sin, like a pearl in seaweed, waiting for the righteous body to pluck it from its wads. 
 He whispered a bunch and adjusted the stars so and he was born into an air conditioned unit of comfortability but for the kings wishing death upon the child and a thousand others. Ever a king scared of a baby? What do you do, king? Or, prince? WINK WINK WINK. Yeah so this father of sin and also pearlescent of sinlessness fought himself, in the desert, on the beaches, up the mountains! Wherever, and the seaweed went away and there he found that pearl. This kid eradicated his sin in the fallen spirit, so that he was pure. And then what did he do? He had the world kill him did he! And then the world accepted his sin which was sinless? Wow. That was the eternal light. 

