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Damien was raised to communicate through his hands. If he wanted something he would throw his fists, clawing at torn clothes, with fire gleaming from his fingertips. And at a glance, people would just understand immediately.
It worked well enough, and maybe there were things he could never get out of people this way, like trust, love, and respect. But he has no regards for such things. He saw how such vulnerable feelings destroyed Satan through the form of his boyfriends, and
Damien was raised to communicate through his hands. If he wanted something he would throw his fists, clawing at torn clothes, with fire gleaming from his fingertips. And people would just understand immediately.
It worked well enough, and maybe there were things he could never get out of people this way, like trust, love, and respect. But he has no regards for such things. He saw how such vulnerable feelings destroyed Satan through the form of his significant other, and Damien vowed to never go down the same path as him.
However despite this, Damien had never learned how to speak. Many would ask him,
“What is wrong with you?”
And his only response would be silence since he knew no word that could justify what he was.
In his earliest memories, he remembered that he wanted to be as great as his father, to be strong like him and rule over hell. He was just a kid looking up to his father.
Damien, at a young age, would do anything to prove himself to his father. So Damien would He would torture lives of the innocent, to maybe get a small compliment from his father.
But they were never enough, which was why Damien kept pursuing this pointless struggle to find validation from Satan. Burning bodies, stench of rotting flesh and metal, the wails and screams, none of this was ever questioned when his father would smile. He grew up knowing nothing else. Just to try to fill that gap in his heart, to feel enough, to have a reason to exist.
But as time went on, things change. There's some things you only understand once you age. The men his father would bring into the house every other day. Watching how pathetic his father became just to not be alone, it was engrained in his head forever. This is what love does to people.
He has pushed these memories out of his head now. To save the sanity he had left after those long years.
After his father had died in battle and ascended into the skies, news of it spread quickly throughout hell.
Damien was only 9 at the time, and he would be one of the first ones to receive the news of his father’s passing. The messenger had found him back at home, in his room studying for his English test when they had told him of the tragedy with one phrase.
“The Devil has been forgiven.”
And it was that moment when everything came crashing down on him. All the things he learned in his entire life, was all destroyed. The bane of humanity after enduring thousands of years in the bottom depths of hell, had finally returned home in the skies. Yet billions of people still suffer in the same trenches, waiting for a reply from God. And Damien was one of them.
In a way, Damien was griefstricken by his father’s sudden passing, but he was also scared to face the reality that his life had built away from.
In the following months, he was fighting every urge to lunge at someone's shoulder and cry on it, though he'd just appear to be a child throwing a tantrum to the public because nobody believes a barbaric child could actually feel grief for anyone. If he was looking to end this suffering, it was only then that he'd have to accept what he was to everyone. He is simply just a monster and nothing else.