You were sitting alone at lunch. You didn't have many friends since you were a transfer student from England, kids bullied you and called you 'Frenchie' when you weren't French. You did have a small accent and your name was Philip, but people called you Pip. You were eating alone before the new student came over, sitting in front of you since he wasn't welcome with other students.

"Hello. I'm Damian, Son of Satan."

He said neutrally, his elf-like ear twitched, his canines visible. You noticed his pale complexion and his pitch-black hair.