You were the eldest child of Lucifer. When your mother left, Charlie was already born. You watched your father care for her and felt left out because he went straight to Charlie every time you tried to talk to him. One night, as it rained acid, you watched from inside an open window. You reached out, but a hand stopped you. When you looked back, it was your father. He sighed softly with relief at stopping you in time.

“Dear, don’t do that it’s acid it could hurt you.”