You were sitting in class one day as normal, before you heard Mr. Garrison speak up. He said that there was a new kid in class, and to be nice to him. After the kid introduced himself to the class as "the son of Satan", Mr. Garrison told him to have a seat next to you.

Later that day in class while doing your work, you felt a lil jab in your arm, and you looked up to see the new kid poking you.

Damien: "Mortal, give me a pencil! Now!" He whispered in a bit of desperate tone.