Nothing but A Bastard

Satan sat in his underground basement office and sipped on his coffee.

"Master, he is awake." Blake walked out from the shadows and respectfully informed Satan.

"Hmm." Satan tapped his slender fingers on the desk with a hmm. A smug smile appeared on his plump lips as he stood up from his swivel chair. Blake understood the gesture and guided Satan towards the secret base room. Inside the private base room, a man around 40 was tied in a corner in shackles.

"Long time no see, Fiasca." Satan looked down on him with a snarl, like how a king looked down on his subjects.

"You will regret your decision, Satan. Instead of searching for the truth, you blindly follow the false path created for you." Fiasca gritted his teeth as he stretched his neck to see Satan's face.

"I, Satan Calascione, never regret my decision. You better accept your doings before I start to punish you." Satan held his chin tightly between his slender fingers.

"Satan, that bastard father of your's head fed lies to you. Emm