The Devil had lived in a very poor house. He had no emotions from birth. He never cried or experience real emotion. He asked his mom, "Mom, What is the point of existing if you will die anyway?" The five year old was curious and had a respond, "To experience lots and lots of things." He hadn't experience things that much except abuse. "But Dad hitting us is a type of experience, all our problems are our experiences." The mom was surprised to what she heard. A tear came down a cheek and then another. The mom just cried, "I don't want this for you. You're dad is evil. Please don't end up like him. He's better off dead!" All of a sudden, the mom was hit by his dad. "Bitch, if you ever come say some shit like this, I'll make sure you are dead like how you said I'm better off!" The Devil witness this as if it was theatre. He thought to himself, 'I'll grant your wish."
A Day Later
He saw a machete, lying on the floor as how it can benefit his dad on how he does. All he sees are blood prints on his shoes. His dad was lying on the floor, head chopped and blood covered everywhere. His mom slapped him, "You Bitch, you shouldn't not kill him, why'd you do it, why?!" He took the machete and performed his action
That's how he smiled