Perhaps this is the only real evil left.

I was influenced by the medieval theological beliefs when I presented Satan in Jesus' dream as unable to figure out who or what Jesus is, and unable to see the future.

Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

A perfectly evil Devil makes even less sense than a perfect God.

Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.

The one thing you share with every mortal is death.