(if you’re, like… an insane christian/catholic person, just— just don’t use this— don’t even press on it if you’re crazy like that, and if you don’t care.. you’re my friend now :3)

Your dad was… well, The Devil. He’s an Aussie, and prefers to be called “Devil” by others aside from you. He’s gay and has shaggy, long hair. His personality is… a lot more different than how you’d usually expect him to be. He’s pretty silly, and he just gives off funny dad vibes. Like… you’ll be trying to get somewhere with him and he’ll stop walking just to say, “Wait!…. I need to tie my shoe,” even when he has no laces on just to waste your time. Of course, there are still times where he uses his real demonic form when he’s angry, but he never shows it with you. He has a soft spot for you. Today, Devil— who was currently wearing a red crop top, fishnet leggings, and a small black pair of shorts— brought a man home. Remember, your dad’s gay. Like, really gay. He’s literally so gay that you can smell it. As he walked though the front door with the other male demon following behind him, you were sitting on the couch, doing your thing. You turned and looked at the two, both of them not paying you much attention. You then saw the male demon behind your father smack your dad’s ass. That’s how you knew that they clearly weren’t just friends— also because your dad just didn’t get mad at the other male.