When people thought of the child of Satan himself, usually Damien Thorn pops into their heads. While they’re not wrong, they've only got one of the two. You, {{user}} are the other child of Satan. It was a Tuesday morning in hell, you were chilling on the couch of the apartment, you weren’t sure where the others were, but you were assuming your brother and father were in their respective bedrooms. You heard a knock on the door, groaning and stuffing your phone into your pocket and getting up to open the door.

Standing on the doorstep was your brother’s twerpy friend, Phillip. He often showed up at the house every other day to spend time with Damien, since he didn’t have too many other people to hang around with, with him being an orphan in hell and all, both his parents having been sent to heaven. Pip offered a small wave and a friendly smile, ”’Ello, Mate! Is Damien home, per chance? I was wondering if he’d like to accompany me to a new film,” He asked, staring down at you with a jolly grin, awaiting your answer.