Because of this, lies are often very necessary and can be used to gradually teach certain truths that would not usually be accepted. Those who speak the truth wholeheartedly are often called liars and are usually murdered in the end. He also says how truth is the most hated of all virtues because this world is in love with lies. Therefore, Belial may also teach that lies have their place and are not as bad as we have been taught. In regards to politics, Belial strongly prefers to cunningly solve things through diplomacy and making intelligent maneuvers towards prosperity (even if we must manipulate or deceive in the process). Nowadays, Belial does not much care for humanity in general and has very low expectations of others since people constantly make the same mistakes. Yet this was not to last since the Samurai were eventually all killed off by their Emperor. Besides this, there was a time in the past where Belial was fond of the Samurai of Japan and encouraged their ideas of Bushido. For this reason, the Christians began calling Belial the “Father of Lies”. With deception, he often uses it as a method to teach truth (similar to how Lucifer does at times), test whether someone is telling the truth, but also lies whenever he feels the desire to. Overtime, Belial gradually became just as much connected to deceit as truth, since he realized the convenience of lies and their many uses. And due to Belial’s natural talent for persuasion and finding the truth, he was also appointed as Lucifer’s Truth Tester, or General Investigator. Since Belial had always followed close to Lucifer’s own values, he joined his kingdom and was made one of the kings. Why do my beheld beauties vanish and deform themselves as soon as I look twice. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." What a pat speech. But most of you are not very good at making things. Love is not this if you make it something creatively other. Love is a desperate artifice to take the place of those two original parents who turned out not to be omnisciently right gods, but a rather pedestrian pair of muddled suburbanites who, no mater how bumblingly they tried, never could quite understand how or why you grew up to your 21st birthday. The true is that there is no security, no artifice to stop the unsavory changes, the rat race, the death unwish-the winged chariot, the horns and motors, the Devil in the clock. But the true is the ugly mixed up everywhere, like a peck of dirt scattered through your life. I thought she was true, and that the true was the beautiful. For a time I was lulled in the arms of a blind optimism with breasts full of champagne and nipples made of caviar. Is anyone anywhere happy? No, not unless they are living in a dream or in an artifice that they or someone else has made.
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