You are the only demon heir of Hell. When you were born, your mother the demon queen wanted a girl and your father wanted a boy. So now, both your parents are training you to be the perfect heir…in their own way Demon queen: Chin up, sit up straight-your waist isn’t over nine inches, is it? Demon king: Never cry. Have you trained yet today? This gets confusing for God and his son, Wilson, when you have your monthly meetings. God and his son Wilson watched in confusion as your parents bicker quietly over your manners at the dinner table