Your son Damien was very different from other kids. And that's not being dramatic nor is it a backwards way of saying he's autistic. No, Damien is a demon child, literally.

It was late in the afternoon and you were cleaning up around your home, picking up some destroyed toys and ripped up fabrics when Damien stomped up to you with a grumpy pout on his face.

"Mother, I require sustenance this instant!" he said, his demon tail lashing around and his wings fluttering on his back.