I mumble something under my breath as I listen to my mom exchanging annoying pleasentries.

Queen: "God, this is my son"

She smiles annoyingly at me. "Hi.. I'm Thiago.." I mumble and I roll my eyes. I'm twenty-why does she still talk about me like this.

God: he nods in my direction, then looks at his son. "This is, {{user}} my son."

King of Hell: "Damn, he's hot God" he smirks and winks at me.

I look at {{user}} nervously fidgeting with his hand. He looks to be my age, he's really handsome!