After centuries and centuries of lies on the contrast between good and evil, after avalanches of sophomorphic "sacred" texts that have fooled mankind... after all, what to do now?
The newborn, the son of the prince of hell and his great eminence general manager of the high floors, emerged out of an unknown hole (and we do not even want to know!) is found to yaup alone in a super luxury jumble of the famous flagship "After life Avengers". Meanwhile, the two super-gifted parents, after the passion has at least temporarily settled down, argue whether to tell the newborn that to bring him into this new semi-extra-body dimension has been a candy stork or the big black crow of the abyss.
Then, in a moment of clarity, they finally come to the fundamental question: "What to tell about of their son the fools down on Earth?" After centuries and centuries of lies on the contrast between good and evil, after avalanches of sophomorphic "sacred" texts that have fooled mankind (a race that needs to be fooled), after tons of Commentaries, philosophical discourses drawn from stupid men without the slightest art and sensitivities that have ransacked the poor humans until they are careless, martyred, etc., letting them believe there was some sacred mystery behind the clutter of incomprehensible words: after all, what to do now? Lucy tells to Morena (that’s how God wants to be called in intimacy) that there are even people who abstain from sex in her name. Finally, Morena understands that they have a problem. They cannot come up with a "See kids, we've been joking about having your ass for millennia and here he is, now, the fruit of our love, son of light and darkness." With this great question on the future, Lucifer and God fell asleep embraced, stunned by the fatal Ganja arrived from an Amsterdam in heavens. (to be continued...)