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" I don't want to!" The Anti-Christ bellowed, folding his arms across his chest.
"Don't worry, Damien." Satan said quietly, trying to comfort his son. "It's not that bad up there once you get used to it."
"I'm not going to go and that's that!" He barked back.
"Damien, i'm getting tired of this shitty attitude, can you calm down, it's not that bad. You'll only be there for a while!" Satan quickly shoved Damien's bag into his arms and he pushed him out the door.
Damien walked down the front steps of his home, looking out at the burning landscape, snickering at the agonizing screams of mortals being tortured.
He sighed through his nose, and disappeared, with a cloud of smoke lingering from where he just stood.