Impossible

'You know why people like to do these things? Why violence feels so good? They're searching for something. A response. To get a kick out of it, you need a reaction. Screams of fear, and pain. To fight back. To struggle and resist. Take that away and suddenly... there's no satisfaction in violence anymore. It becomes dull and meaningless. There's nothing more to it.'

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People search for God.
They search for meaning in Him, they blindly put all of their trust in Him. They ask for answers. They come to Him when no one else gives them hope. They have faith in Him.
But when He fails to provide the comfort they search for him in Him, they turn away.
They search for someone else, a blind opposite of Him, they search for the opposer. The obstructer. The one who means nothing more to anyone else.
They search for Satan. They search for the Devil. They search for Him.
And they are told when they die, and they go to Him, and they burn. And they suffer. They are told that sinners are cast down to him in disgrace, hell bound when they die.

But what if Satan only died in fear... of himself?

disclaimer: i do not mean any harm, or any disrespect. i understand I'm tampering with religion and its core values, but I do not mean to disrespect anyone's religion, this is purely fiction so if you know it will upset you don't read it
also, it is a short story so the chapters arent very long but still

tw: strong themes of homophobia, bullying and religious trauma

i know this story is confusing, even to me, and there are a few plot holes but if you get confused feel free to ask any questions and i'll do my best to answer :)