@ryosghoul One time I was at a park. There was a child present at this establishment. It asked me, "Father, why do we resort to killing a fly when it flies, and brutally bludgeoning a roach when it simply walks? All they performed were their sole purposes. Shall death be the price of living? If so, then I pray Death holds more kindness than the harrowing claws of humanity."
I looked back at the Child solemnly, and in its eyes I saw a deep, bottomless pool of black. Not the color--it was an infinite version of the concept--blackness. Not inherently good, nor evil. Its eyes held a type of negative space one could only perceive looking through a black-hole, stationary at the ends of the universe.
"Samael," replied I, as I knew its true form. Him. The king of all demons. Death incarnate. "Go play."
