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

`` Dad, I need your help.'' I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. `` No no, I have n't changed my mind, I have no interest in repenting and rejoining my heavenly brothers or whatever you just said.'' He was getting mumbly in his old age. 
 
 `` It's about Damian, no, he's still alive.'' I regarded my son, sitting quietly in the corner `` meditating'', I wanted to throw up nuclear waste. 
 
 Here I am, the great and powerful Lucifer, and through my own charms, I managed to have a son. Most fathers would be overjoyed, and I was, we reveled in sin for months after his coming. But Damian was different. He was quiet, loved animals, and soft music. The boy enjoyed cultivating plants and was even *sweet* in nature, it was really starting to wear on me. 
 
 Damian had n't always been this way, as a child he had been a right terror, I was so proud. Yet, once he turned thirteen he began to distance himself from our revels and destruction. He began to read, and wonder about the human world. The first time I had caught him growing flowers I could have killed him. 
 
 `` Lucy?'' My father's grumbling voice brought me out of my thoughts. 
 
 `` Dad, I have asked you not to call me that. It is n't my name.'' Damian opened one eye and chuckled. 
 I hated the pet name my father had imposed upon me, and I hoped he could feel my hatred through the phone. 
 
 Gently tapping one of my horns with the receiver I plowed on. `` Dad, I was hoping Damian could stay with you for a few months, get some topside perspective on humans.'' 
 
 Silence on the other end, I waited for a response and picked my teeth with a claw. again my eyes were drawn to Damian, and I resisted the urge to drop him into a lava pit as a very lovely flower sprouted from the crushed skull of some unfortunate sinner. 
 
 
 *Please, please, if you ever loved me. * 
 
 Another flower sprang up and I felt the cheap plastic of the phone caving in my clenching fist. It was going to take me months at LEAST to clean up all of the torture chambers and pits that were now full of grass and flowering plants, much less corral all of the animals he had spawned down here. Hell was a mess. And that was surely saying something. 
 
 `` This is highly unprecedented son, considering your, status.'' 
 
 `` Yeah Dad, I know, but it would be a good chance for you to get to know him. He IS your grandson after all, and do n't give me that'we are all God's children crap, you know what I mean.'' I was scraping the bottom of the barrel here. 
 
 `` Dad, he's not like me now, he's like me then.'' Grinning with all of my teeth, I knew I had him when I heard the gasp on the other end. 
 
 *BINGO old man, this is your second chance. * 
 
 `` I will send someone shortly.'' *click* 
 
 My clawed hand replaced the phone and I turned to my son who was regarding me quietly. 
 
 `` So we are n't that different after all.'' 
 
 `` Well son, we will know for sure after your time with your grandfather.'' He looked confused and I laughed to myself. 
 
 `` Go get your stuff, someone will be here soon.'' 
 
 `` You really think this is the best idea?'' Damian looked nervous, great. 
 
 `` Yes, you wanted to observe humans, perspective from down here is n't great. Plus, it will give me time to get some work done.'' I motioned around. `` Clean up a bit.'' He nodded and made his way to his room, springing flowers behind his hands as they trailed the hall. My claws covered my face before I could scream. I had so much to do. 
 
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 About an hour later and my son and I stood at the red gates, his backpack in tow. Strangely, I would miss the little pacifist. He may not be my ideal, but he was my son. I was hoping this time away would do him some good. 
 
 An explosion outside of the gates blinded us both, and before us stood the angel Micheal, grinning ear to ear. He motioned to Damian who waved at me as he moved to join my brother. 
 
 `` Hey! Long time no see Lucy!.'' 
 
 I groaned. 
 
 `` I have TOLD you guys not to call me that.'' 
 
 
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 I sat at my desk, enjoying a large cup of steaming blood with a dash of tears, reveling in the sound of pained screaming. 
 
 It had been two months since Damian had gone to stay at his grandfather's place, and Hell had never run more smoothly. Everything was back in order, and I was pretty much free to terrorize my charges at my pleasure. 
 
 Sipping out of my `` Mondays are Hell'' mug I clicked on my email, noting I had one from Damian. It was probably more photos of him and Dad, or of his art projects, like the ones he had sent weeks before had been. 
 
 Yet it was neither, it was a single line of text. 
 
 `` I can see why you hated it here.'' 
 
 Pride swelled within me and I wiped a sulfuric tear from my eye, taking another sip. 
 
 `` That's my boy.'' 
 
 
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