" And then the screen went white.

Like, blinding white.

He grunted and covered his eyes. “I told you not to do that.”

“Fuck you, man. I totally got you again. Feel that heavenly light, you little bitch. Feel it all over you. Drink it in, for I am the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.”

“I hate you so much.”
“Shut up. Whatever. You love me.”

“Turn it down.”

“Oh, is the pretty light hurting Satan’s wittle eyes? Aw. There, there, wittle Satan. I’ll turn it down for you.”

The light faded.

Satan dropped his hand and glared at the screen.

There, with a dipshit grin on his face, was God himself. "

― T.J. Klune , Blasphemy!