Satan was an ominous girl. A churchgoer, but only because her parents wanted her to attend. Coincidentally, her name was actually not Satan, but Mary. Mary had learned all about the Bible, she could recite it backwards. The more she read, she realized the Bible preaches a sullied religion, one that doesn't reflect its true desires, one that incites hate. As she learned more, being none-the-wiser, she brought her findings to Sunday school. And from that day on, the class called her Satan. The spawn of the devil, preaching blasphemous things that did not reflect her orthodox parents and their views. Having caught wind of this, her parents sat her down and explained religion, how it was not cut out to be perfect. Despite her objections, her parents silenced her - to say another word would mean she would go to hell [Ironic, I know]. Months went by and Mary never stopped, her parents grew furious. Their nuclear family and nuclear hometown, all their dreams, were being crushed by the babbling of their own child. So, they took matters into their own hands. Mary's parents took Mary out to the farmer's field, no, not one with lambs. Her father, tilling scythe in hand, raised it above his head. Mary closed her eyes and in one fell swoop, she could see no more. Thus, Satan was born.